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"THISTLE."
To the murmur of thy sadness
Breathes my heart a kindred sigh;
Thy serenity of gladness
Knew I too in days gone by.
Yes, I love thee
With a strange intensity.
Salt thy brine, but teardrops salter
Flow to mingle with thy tide;
Burning thoughts from lips that falter,
As I wander by thy side,
I can tell thee;
Tell to thee, and none beside.
Art thou ruthless in destroying?
Time is yet a wilder sea;
With our hopes of youthhood toying,
Scatt'ring all with careless glee;
Till he leaves us
Wrecks of what we used to be.
Yet the flower of hope is blooming
On one rock above the spray,
All the distant East illuming,
Glows the promise of the day;
Time's dark ocean
Lit with an eternal ray.
"Thistle."
