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A simple wreath! no blushing rose
'Mid April's drooping flow'rets glows,
No fragrance steals the ravish 'd sense,
No charm is their's, but innocence.
Soon will they fade. The early flow'r
Falls the sad victim of an hour;
Yet the warm sun's benignant beam
Pours lengthen'd life in ev'ry gleam.
Ah, deign thy cheering smiles to give,
And bid the timid blossoms live!
'Mid April's drooping flow'rets glows,
No fragrance steals the ravish 'd sense,
No charm is their's, but innocence.
Soon will they fade. The early flow'r
Falls the sad victim of an hour;
Yet the warm sun's benignant beam
Pours lengthen'd life in ev'ry gleam.
Ah, deign thy cheering smiles to give,
And bid the timid blossoms live!
MARY RUSSELL MITFORD
Bertram House, Feb. 20, 1310.
