preface.
But haply midst my blossoms there may be—
Poor, simple, little wildflowers though they be—
Some tiny flower that may appeal to you,
Bright'ning your waning faith or hope anew.
If such should serve to cheer one aching heart,
Soothe but one sorrow, hope to one impart,
Lighten one cross, ease but one sad heart's pain,
I have not culled my wayside flowers in vain.
Poor, simple, little wildflowers though they be—
Some tiny flower that may appeal to you,
Bright'ning your waning faith or hope anew.
If such should serve to cheer one aching heart,
Soothe but one sorrow, hope to one impart,
Lighten one cross, ease but one sad heart's pain,
I have not culled my wayside flowers in vain.
ANNIE ISABEL CURWEN.
ROA ISLAND,
Jan. 1899.
ROA ISLAND,
Jan. 1899.
