“Twas in heaven pronounced - it was muttered in hell, / And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell; / On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest, / And the depth of the ocean its presence confessed. / Yet in shade let it rest, like a delicate flower, / Ah, breathe on it softly, it dies in an hour.” EarthDiesHeavenSoundHoursHellFlowerOceanDepthCaughtBreatheShadeDelicateVersesEchoesDelicate Flower Author:Catherine Maria Fanshawe