 | Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood |  |
THE WREATH OF GRASSES.
The royal rose—the tulip's glow—
The jasmine's gold are fair to see;
But while the graceful grasses grow,
Oh! gather them for me!
The jasmine's gold are fair to see;
But while the graceful grasses grow,
Oh! gather them for me!
The pansy's gold and purple wing,
The snow-drop's smile may light the lea;
But while the fragrant grasses spring,
My wreath of them shall be!
The snow-drop's smile may light the lea;
But while the fragrant grasses spring,
My wreath of them shall be!
| Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood | |