 | Poems by Miss H. F. Gould |  |
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WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM.
Thou tiny leaf,
Thou art so small, so very small,
I must be brief,
If I would sully thee at all,
With aught that from my pen may fall!
Thou art so small, so very small,
I must be brief,
If I would sully thee at all,
With aught that from my pen may fall!
Then haste from me;
Go quick to Caroline, and show
My wish, that she
O'er no rude spot of earth, may go,
Small as thyself, where thorns shall grow:—
Go quick to Caroline, and show
My wish, that she
O'er no rude spot of earth, may go,
Small as thyself, where thorns shall grow:—
That there may be
No cloud so broad in all her sky
'T would shadow thee;
Nor pain nor sorrow e'er come nigh
To blanch her cheek, or dim her eye:—
No cloud so broad in all her sky
'T would shadow thee;
Nor pain nor sorrow e'er come nigh
To blanch her cheek, or dim her eye:—
That I may claim
What she on memory may bestow
In friendship's name—
A smile, or tear, as joy or wo
Shall mark the path where I may go!
What she on memory may bestow
In friendship's name—
A smile, or tear, as joy or wo
Shall mark the path where I may go!
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