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‡ THE BROKEN FLOWER.
Oh! wear it on thy heart, my love!
Still, still a little while!
Sweetness is lingering in its leaves,
Tho' faded be their smile.
Yet, for the sake of what hath been,
Oh! cast it not away!
'Twas born to grace a summer scene,
A long, bright, golden day,
My love!
A long, bright, golden day!
A little while around thee, love!
Its fragrance yet shall cling,
Telling, that on thy heart hath lain,
A fair, tho' faded thing.
