Poems (Schiller)/Verses
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VERSES
To G. R. B.—Thou art not forgotten; if my prayers could winThee exemption from sorrow, could free thee from sin Thy life would lead high:May it lead so—high over all ills that beset thee,High over all care that has power to fret thee, And enter God's sky.Christmas, 1881.
What loves, what griefs, what hopes and fears,We two have shared in by-gone years!Hearts tried like ours time cannot sever,This gift and I are thine forever.Christmas, 1881.
Accept this little jar, 'tis thineBecause no jar did e'er incline Our hearts apart;Fill it with flowers or golden cream,Or any sweet thing you may deem Worthy its art.Christmas, 1881.
When thy fair hands these vases fillWith blooms, may memory distillFrom out the past some thought of me,Fragrant and pure as flowers be.Christmas, 1881.
We scarce have met; and yet betweenGod's children here on earth, I ween,There is a tie that may excuseThe seeming freedom of my Muse In thus addressing thee.Accept this cup; and were it filledWith choicest things of life distilled I better pleased would be.Christmas, 1881.
I command thee, friend of mine,Every day to drink thy teaFrom this cup which now is thine;Thus it may remind of me.Christmas, 1881.
My o'ertasked Muse is dumb; or I would send Some charming verse to thee;So take this cup; it and my love may lend New comfort to thy tea.Christmas, 1881.
Linnie Hess, can you guessWho sends this with a kiss?It is I, my little friend;In return I pray you send Each DecemberOne thought after me. Remember!