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A DECEMBER GREETING
FLOWERS I give for a gift of flowers,
Lilies with lilies pay;
Yours were a gift of golden hours,
But how can mine be gay?
Lilies with lilies pay;
Yours were a gift of golden hours,
But how can mine be gay?
My flowers are verses, the sad year's last,
Yet haply not all in vain,
For the grace of your gift to my soul has passed,—
May it here be given again!
Yet haply not all in vain,
For the grace of your gift to my soul has passed,—
May it here be given again!
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