 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
SPRING FLOWERS.
O sweet and charitable friend,
Your gift of fragrant bloom
Has brought the spring-time and the woods,
To cheer my lonesome room.
Your gift of fragrant bloom
Has brought the spring-time and the woods,
To cheer my lonesome room.
It rests my weary, aching eyes,
And soothes my heart and brain;
To see the tender green of the leaves,
And the blossoms wet with rain.
And soothes my heart and brain;
To see the tender green of the leaves,
And the blossoms wet with rain.
I know not which I love the most,
Nor which the comeliest shows,
The timid, bashful violet,
Or the royal-hearted rose:
Nor which the comeliest shows,
The timid, bashful violet,
Or the royal-hearted rose:
The pansy in her purple dress,
The pink with cheek of red,
Or the faint, fair heliotrope, who hangs,
Like a bashful maid, her head.
The pink with cheek of red,
Or the faint, fair heliotrope, who hangs,
Like a bashful maid, her head.
For I love and prize you one and all,
From the least low bloom of spring
To the lily fair, whose clothes outshine
The raiment of a king.
From the least low bloom of spring
To the lily fair, whose clothes outshine
The raiment of a king.
And when my soul considers these,
The sweet, the grand, the gay,
I marvel how we shall be clothed
With fairer robes than they;
The sweet, the grand, the gay,
I marvel how we shall be clothed
With fairer robes than they;
And almost long to sleep, and rise
And gain that fadeless shore,
And put immortal splendor on,
And live, to die no more.
And gain that fadeless shore,
And put immortal splendor on,
And live, to die no more.
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