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LINES TO AN OLD LADY,
ON HER PRESENTING THE WRITER WITH SOME WALLFLOWER ROOTS, WITH THE OBSERVATION, THAT THEY WOULD REMIND HER OF HER WHEN SHE WAS REMOVED TO A BETTER COUNTRY.
My dear, my valued and respected friend,
The flowers I 've planted you so lately gave;
Deep and luxuriant may their roots descend,
And winter's rigorous season strongly brave.
The flowers I 've planted you so lately gave;
Deep and luxuriant may their roots descend,
And winter's rigorous season strongly brave.
And may these fair remembrancers of thee
In many a future summer brightly bloom,
And O, may'st thou their annual beauties see,
And taste the fragrance of their sweet perfume!
In many a future summer brightly bloom,
And O, may'st thou their annual beauties see,
And taste the fragrance of their sweet perfume!
Yet, if the Power Supreme who decked the earth
With flowers, and bade the verdant landscape glow,—
With flowers, and bade the verdant landscape glow,—
