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THE FLOWER THAT NE'ER SHALL FADE.
I
The primrose and the woodbine bowerBy streams their fragrance fling,
And sweetly blooms the Drinan flower
Amid the dells in spring;
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In many a garden shade;
But flowers and blooms, when winter comes,
All darkly die and fade.
II
I know a flower that ne'er shall die,More dear than life to me,—
In Mary's heart that flower doth lie
Of love and constancy;
The blooms may go, when winter's snow
Robes hill and greenwood glade,
And storms may lower, but oh! that flower
Shall never die or fade.
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