 | [Poems by Osgood in] The poetry of flowers and Flowers of Poetry |  |
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Be not impatient, I will think of it.
Oh! bid me not so soon decide,
On what, through life, to me,
Or weal or wo my heart betide,
A changeless fate must be!
On what, through life, to me,
Or weal or wo my heart betide,
A changeless fate must be!
The gamester pauses ere he toss
The dice, on which depends
His worshipped gold—that glittering dross,
Which with existence ends;—
The dice, on which depends
His worshipped gold—that glittering dross,
Which with existence ends;—
But I must stake a priceless wealth—
Hope—happiness and love—
My peace on earth—my young heart's health—
And more—my bliss above!
Hope—happiness and love—
My peace on earth—my young heart's health—
And more—my bliss above!
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