 | [Poems by Osgood in] The floral offering, a token of friendship |  |
GRASS ........ Unpretending goodness.
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!
F. S. O.
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