MY GALVESTON HOME.
Just a tiny little cottage With its nest of clinging vines,Where the shadows linger softly And the golden sunlight shines.Where the snowy sweet allyssum Lifts its pretty spotless face,And the purple-tinted pansy Droops its head in tender grace.
The pearly, pure-white jessamine Nestles in its shining leaves,Near the coral-throated cypress That is clinging 'round the eaves.Waxen lily bells are swinging Like white censers in the shade,Where the oleander blossoms Such a blooming shrine have made;
Tossing off their pale pink petals Drifting down in rosy showers,
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