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Show Token of Early Love. I I found them In a book last nlcht I These withered violets, Katt A token of that early lovo That no man o'er forgets. Pressed carefully between tho lca.v They keep their color still; I can not look at them to-day I Without an old-time thrill. AtlvmeI what tr,oks does memory !! Tho passing years havo lied 7 And hopes that lived in vigor once Alas! havo lone been dead. And this is all that I can say When all is said and done; Those flowers remind mo of soma pIm I wish I knew which ono. Blr, Sunset X To |