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poems.
We wandered in her garden,
We plucked her choicest flowers,
And wove them in a sunny wreath
To deck her cherished bowers.
We plucked her choicest flowers,
And wove them in a sunny wreath
To deck her cherished bowers.
We roved the woods of sombre gray,
In search of that loved form
But, alas! forever from our side
Our joyous friend was gone.
In search of that loved form
But, alas! forever from our side
Our joyous friend was gone.
Far down the garden is a grave,
Where dark green pine-trees moan,
And bright-leaved ivy twines around—
"Our Addie" on the stone.
Where dark green pine-trees moan,
And bright-leaved ivy twines around—
"Our Addie" on the stone.
For far away in ether blue,
Resounds the voice we love;
And sweet the tones, now soft, now loud,
"I'm happy here above."
Resounds the voice we love;
And sweet the tones, now soft, now loud,
"I'm happy here above."
