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snow, Saw Daisy, stony, stark, and still. Then tenderly, in coffined state, The hapless girl they grave-ward bore, And, as they mourned her cruel fate, Her tomb with flowers scattered o'er. Leaving the broken-hearted child To sleep in peace beneath the sod, And he who first her heart beguiled To cope with conscience and his God. LINES: ACCOMPANYING A PURSE GIVEN TO A FRIEND ON HIS BIRTHDAY. The Purse I send to you, my friend, Is empty, but if wishes warm Could fill it, 'twould be brimming o'er With handfuls of the golden charm. The only wealth I have to give Are words which may be worth a thought. Be sure, as you would prosperous live, While earning sixpence spend a groat: Your purse will then grow slowly full, A friend in need you'll always find, And comforts, which can only flow From plenty and a peaceful mind. FORSAKEN. 'Twas a white water-lily I saw that day, With its leaves looking up to the sky, And baring its breast to the sportive play Of the wavelets dancing by. And O for the music the streamlet made, As it floated in ripples along; Round the beautiful blossom it eddied and played With a voice full of silvery song. So all through the Summer the lily laughed, And with glances of loving and light Drank in fresher beauty with each dainty draught Of the water so playful and bright. "And is it for ever," the floweret sighed, "That thy vows of affection will last?" "For ever and ever!" the streamlet replied, And, embracing her, hurried past. The Summer days vanished--the Winter came: Ah! where could the lily be? The sun still warmed with its golden flame; But the streamlet had gone to the sea. And the blossom that once, with its bosom of white, Like a star from the heavens shone, Lay frozen and dead. Ah, sorrowful plight! It had died in the dark alone. CHRISTMAS IS COMING. Christmas is coming with merry laugh, With a merry laugh and a joyful shout, And the tidings are flung with an iron tongue From a thousand steeples pealing out; Hang up the holly--the mistletoe hang; Bedeck every nook round the old fireside; Make bright every hearth--let the joy-bells clang With a warm-hearted welcome to Christmas-tide. Christmas is coming! But some will see By the old fireside a vacant place; And a
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