Poems (Charlotte Allen)/To a Lady with a Bouquet
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TO A LADY, WITH A BOUQUET.
To you these little flowers I send, As they your favorites are;Accept them from your humble friend, They her best wishes bear.
I culled them ere the morning Sun Had kissed the dew away;But fear before the day is done, Their beauty will decay.
Though frail their birth, do not refuse The offering which I bring,Or the efforts of my erring muse, On fancy's airy wing.
And if sometimes a thought of me Should o'er thy senses steal,Oh may these flowers be to thee Fond memory's brightest seal.