 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
THE TRANSPLANTED FLOWERS.
Nay, hold, sweet lady, thy cruel hand,
O! sever not thus our kindred band,
And look not upon us with pitiless eye,
As on flow'rets born but to blossom and die.
O! sever not thus our kindred band,
And look not upon us with pitiless eye,
As on flow'rets born but to blossom and die.
Together we drank the morning dew,
And basked in the glances the sunbeams threw,
And together our sweets we were wont to fling,
When Zephyr swept by on his radiant wing.
And basked in the glances the sunbeams threw,
And together our sweets we were wont to fling,
When Zephyr swept by on his radiant wing.
When the purple shadows of evening fell,
'Twas sweet to murmur our low farewell,
And together with fragrant sighs to close
Our perfumed blossoms in calm repose.
'Twas sweet to murmur our low farewell,
And together with fragrant sighs to close
Our perfumed blossoms in calm repose.
But now with none to respond our sigh,
In a foreign home we must droop and die;
The bonds of kindred we once have known,
And how can we live in the world alone?
In a foreign home we must droop and die;
The bonds of kindred we once have known,
And how can we live in the world alone?
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O, lady, list to the voice of mirth
By childhood wakened around thy hearth,
And think how lonely thy heart would pine
Should fortune the ties of affection untwine.
By childhood wakened around thy hearth,
And think how lonely thy heart would pine
Should fortune the ties of affection untwine.
E'en now, in the midst of that circle blest,
There are lonely thoughts in thine aching breast,
And how wouldst thou weep if, bereft of all,
Thou shouldst sit alone in thy empty hall!
There are lonely thoughts in thine aching breast,
And how wouldst thou weep if, bereft of all,
Thou shouldst sit alone in thy empty hall!
| The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | |