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THE LONELY FLOWER.
I saw upon a ruin bare,
A little wall-flower growing,
There was no ivy creeping there,
No other blossom blowing,
But when the winds did rise, and fall,
And all was wildly swaying,
Then wide around the broken wall,
Came sweetest perfume straying.
A little wall-flower growing,
There was no ivy creeping there,
No other blossom blowing,
But when the winds did rise, and fall,
And all was wildly swaying,
Then wide around the broken wall,
Came sweetest perfume straying.
I know within our village street,
An old man bowed, and hoary,
Sons has he had, and daughters sweet,
And days of strength and glory
But they have gone and left him here,
In loneliness, and blindness;
With but one little grandchild dear,
To soothe him with her kindness.
An old man bowed, and hoary,
Sons has he had, and daughters sweet,
And days of strength and glory
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In loneliness, and blindness;
With but one little grandchild dear,
To soothe him with her kindness.
She leads him on, by field, and lane,
The paths he likes to wander;
She asks him o'er and o'er again,
The tales he loves to ponder.
And still she heareth all he says,
And still her bright eye glistens;
He knows it by the hand she lays
In his hand, as she listens.
The paths he likes to wander;
She asks him o'er and o'er again,
The tales he loves to ponder.
And still she heareth all he says,
And still her bright eye glistens;
He knows it by the hand she lays
In his hand, as she listens.
'Twas sweet upon that ruin wild,
To find the wall-flower springing,
But sweeter far, that gentle child,
Around the old man clinging.
Mid broken hopes, and cares, and fears,
She stands in lonely beauty,
And brightens all his waning years,
With her dear love, and duty.
To find the wall-flower springing,
But sweeter far, that gentle child,
Around the old man clinging.
Mid broken hopes, and cares, and fears,
She stands in lonely beauty,
And brightens all his waning years,
With her dear love, and duty.
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