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WINTER FLOWERS.
Though Nature's lonesome, leafless bowers,
With winter's awful snows are white,
The tender smell of leaves and flowers
Makes May-time in my room to-night:
With winter's awful snows are white,
The tender smell of leaves and flowers
Makes May-time in my room to-night:
While some, in homeless poverty,
Shrink moaning from the bitter blast;
What am I, that my lines should be
In good and pleasant places cast?
Shrink moaning from the bitter blast;
What am I, that my lines should be
In good and pleasant places cast?
When other souls despairing stand,
And plead with famished lips to-day,
Why is it that a loving hand
Should scatter blossoms in my way?
And plead with famished lips to-day,
Why is it that a loving hand
Should scatter blossoms in my way?
O flowers, with soft and dewy eyes,
To God my gratitude reveal;
Send up your incense to the skies,
And utter, for me, what I feel!
To God my gratitude reveal;
Send up your incense to the skies,
And utter, for me, what I feel!
O innocent roses, in your buds
Hiding for very modesty;
O violets, smelling of the woods,
Thank Him, with all your sweets for me!
Hiding for very modesty;
O violets, smelling of the woods,
Thank Him, with all your sweets for me!
And tell him, I would give this hour
All that is mine of good beside,
To have the pure heart of a flower,
That has no stain of sin to hide.
All that is mine of good beside,
To have the pure heart of a flower,
That has no stain of sin to hide.
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