HER WELL-KNOWN STORY.
She had waited,
On her soft cheek catching many a winter's snow.
Very lovely was the heart unmated;
Beauty far too beautiful to show,
When her dewy days had withered,
Bloomed below.
On her soft cheek catching many a winter's snow.
Very lovely was the heart unmated;
Beauty far too beautiful to show,
When her dewy days had withered,
Bloomed below.
Children, brightly,
Near her Christmas windows held their toys and passed;
Mothers kissed their laughing babies lightly;
Heads of girls went, sunny-sweet and fast,
Under gifts of bridal blossoms;
Then, at last,
Near her Christmas windows held their toys and passed;
Mothers kissed their laughing babies lightly;
Heads of girls went, sunny-sweet and fast,
Under gifts of bridal blossoms;
Then, at last,
One green morning,
When small songs were shaking many a pretty nest,
On her birthday, without any warning,
Came her life-long Lover to her breast,
Bringing white flowers and a casket
Full of rest.
When small songs were shaking many a pretty nest,
On her birthday, without any warning,
Came her life-long Lover to her breast,
Bringing white flowers and a casket
Full of rest.
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