 | The snow-drop |  |
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ELLEN AND THE ROSES.
The child was athirst, and stretched her hand
To a flower-filled, crystal vase close by,
With a pleading smile and an accent bland;—
“Nay! that 's for the roses, love,” said I.
To a flower-filled, crystal vase close by,
With a pleading smile and an accent bland;—
“Nay! that 's for the roses, love,” said I.
She gazed at them, and she gazed at me,
Young thought had awakened a dawning star!
And it shone in her eyes, as she asked in glee,
“Are the Roses drinking the water, Mama?”
Young thought had awakened a dawning star!
And it shone in her eyes, as she asked in glee,
“Are the Roses drinking the water, Mama?”
| The snow-drop | |