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Show Love's Garland. I'nnsles for thought ho let mo lay them here, Oently; you must not waken. Take your rest; There on your hcurt pure thoughts devoid de-void of fear. Sweet, they nre best. IlosfH, for love kissing your lips they llo Hummed by the dew from out the heavens heav-ens ubovo. Dear, rnies wither, but they cannot tllo Hoses for love. Itosemary, for memories wreathed around your brow, Snddest of Mowers nnd yet they cannot bo Wholly of sorrow. So I twine them now l'or memory. Hue seo I elcme It In your Ilttlo hand, Keep It that when you waken you may bless In your pure heart ouo who did understand under-stand Life's bitterness. New Yolk News. |