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Lambert, Mary Eliza [Perine] Tucker

“DID YOU CALL ME, FATHER?”

I SMILE, BUT OH! MY HEART IS BREAKING.

THE CRUSHED FLOWER.

THE OLD CRIB.

CHRISTMAS EVE, SOUTH, 1865.

WAIL OF THE DIVORCED.

UPON RECEIPT OF A POUND OF COFFEE IN 1863.

MRS. MYRICK'S LECTURE.

THE SOLDIER BOY'S DREAM

MINE.

MISTLETOE.

FAMILY PORTRAITS.

LINES TO AN OLD DRESS.

TO DON JUAN BAZ, EX-GOV. OF MEXICO.

DISAPPOINTMENT.

GONE.

“I WAS A STRANGER AND YE TOOK ME IN.’

THE DRUNKARD'S WIFE.

THE FATHER'S LOVE.

BURIAL OF A FAIRY QUEEN.

MYSTERIES OF LIFE.

LINES UPON THE DEATH OF CHARLEY DU BIGNON.

WE MET.

DRINK ON.

SPEAK TO HER TENDERLY.

KNITTING.

LINES ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. S. K. TALMAGE.

CHRISTMAS, SOUTH, 1866.

A LOVE-LETTER.

TO ONE WHO SLEEPETH.

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THE CRUSHED FLOWER.

As through earth's garden once I strayed
I saw a rose tree fair—
And from it plucked an opening bud,
In all its beauty rare.

I gazed deep in its heart of hearts—
It blushed beneath my eye;
While its faint fragrance seemed to breath
A gentle, unheard sigh.

'Twas mine alone! I cherished it—
My frail and lovely flower!
Until another bud I found,
More beauteous, in an hour.

Then with relentless hand I broke
The floweret's fragile stem:
I spoiled the gem that would have graced
A monarch's diadem!

But stern remorse soon touched my heart,—
Back to the spot I rushed.
Alas! too late; my flower was there,
But its poor heart was crushed!