 | Poems by Miss H. F. Gould |  |
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THE SILVER SHOWER.
Look above! little flower,
For, a bright silver shower,
I descend cool and clear o'er thy head.
While in dust thou art bowed,
I am sent from the cloud,
And shall fall fresh and soft on thy bed.
For, a bright silver shower,
I descend cool and clear o'er thy head.
While in dust thou art bowed,
I am sent from the cloud,
And shall fall fresh and soft on thy bed.
Of my pearls, coming down,
I will form thee a crown,
To encircle thy brow young and fair.
Every leaf on thy stem
Will I tip with a gem;
Every bud sparkling diamonds shall wear.
I will form thee a crown,
To encircle thy brow young and fair.
Every leaf on thy stem
Will I tip with a gem;
Every bud sparkling diamonds shall wear.
In the earth will I sink
To thy root, for its drink;
Then unseen, with my life-giving power,
To thy heart when I go,
Let its sweet odors flow;
And in praise look above, little flower!
To thy root, for its drink;
Then unseen, with my life-giving power,
To thy heart when I go,
Let its sweet odors flow;
And in praise look above, little flower!
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