The Invisible Playmate W. V. her Book & In Memory of W. V.: By William Canton |
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FLOWERS INVISIBLE |
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FLOWERS INVISIBLE
She'd watched the rose-trees, how they grew
With green hands full of flowers;
Such flowers made their hands sweet, she knew
But tenderness made ours.
With green hands full of flowers;
Such flowers made their hands sweet, she knew
But tenderness made ours.
So now, o'er fevered brow and eyes
Two small cold palms she closes.
“Thanks, darling!” “Oh, mamma,” she cries
“Are my hands full of roses?”
Two small cold palms she closes.
“Thanks, darling!” “Oh, mamma,” she cries
“Are my hands full of roses?”
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