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BRING BACK MY FLOWERS.
A child beside a rivulet
With half-blown flowers
Sat garlanded:
She scattered them, with dewdrops wet,
While noiseless hours
Unnoticed sped.
With half-blown flowers
Sat garlanded:
She scattered them, with dewdrops wet,
While noiseless hours
Unnoticed sped.
She threw them on the sparkling stream,—
Her blossoms bright,—
Till all were gone.
She saw her rosebuds' eddying gleam,
As out of sight
They drifted on.
Her blossoms bright,—
Till all were gone.
She saw her rosebuds' eddying gleam,
As out of sight
They drifted on.
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“Bring back my flowers!” aloud she cried.
With toss of spray
The idle wave
Sent mocking echoes to her side,
But bore away
The gift she gave.
With toss of spray
The idle wave
Sent mocking echoes to her side,
But bore away
The gift she gave.
O little child beside life's stream,
Love garlands you
With moments bright:
The days are wasting while you dream:
Their bloom and dew
Fade out of sight.
Love garlands you
With moments bright:
The days are wasting while you dream:
Their bloom and dew
Fade out of sight.
Let gentle thoughts and gentler deeds
With fragrance rare
Fill all your hours!
For Time glides on, and never heeds
Your weeping prayer,
Bring back my flowers!”
With fragrance rare
Fill all your hours!
For Time glides on, and never heeds
Your weeping prayer,
Bring back my flowers!”
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