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THE VIATORIAN. VOL. XIV.
JUNE, 1897.
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NO. 11
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TO A PRESSED FLOWER.
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Dear facled flower, the sight of thee Brings memories so rare Of pleasant groves ancl shacly trees At~cl
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one I've strollecl with there,
Whose gentle worqs. ancl heavenly smile Bespoke a gentle birth, Ancl macle my lif13 with hers the while Seem e'en a 4eaven on earth. I
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. But, faclecl flower, the fates have c.rossecl Our path; nbw she is dead !
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The treasure r~re for me is lost, Joy. all too quickly fl.ecl._ And like thy senseless gray, By silent volumes pressed, My life waits to be put away In eternity's great breast.
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-J. H . N.
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