The Snow-DropA Holiday Gift
In her thou daily didst rejoice,—

In her thou daily didst rejoice,—

 

She caught her language from thy voice;

She caught her language from thy voice;

 

When she had learned to lisp thy name,

When she had learned to lisp thy name,

 

New love with those sweet accents came.

New love with those sweet accents came.

 

Soon did this bud of promise bloom,

Soon did this bud of promise bloom,

 

But oh, it blossomed for the tomb!—

But oh, it blossomed for the tomb!—

 

Each art, which thy fond care has tried,

Each art, which thy fond care has tried,


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