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THE GOLDEN VIOLET.
A faded flower, a broken gem
Are emblems mine:
The flower hath lost its loveliness
With its sun-shine;
The ruby stone no more is set
On lady's brow,
Its beauty of unsullied light
Is wanting now.
Like me, no thought of former worth
From doom will save;
They will be flung to earth and air,
I to the grave.
The lorn one with her song has pass'd,
‘T was meet such song should be the last.
