The Snow-DropA Holiday Gift
 

Upon my sunny shores to roam;—

Upon my sunny shores to roam;—

 

With me they play their artless pranks,

With me they play their artless pranks,

 

And gather flowers along my banks;—

And gather flowers along my banks;—

 

Sweet flowers that shun thy gloomy shade,

Sweet flowers that shun thy gloomy shade,

 

And hither come to ask my aid.

And hither come to ask my aid.

 

The poet loves my 'simple song';—

The poet loves my 'simple song';—

 

With me he often tarries long;


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