LOVE-GIFTS.
Oh! bring not flowers, they fade away—
The sunshine of an April day—
Too brief and bright to last.
They are not gifts from heart to heart,
Where love, enduring, is a part
Of the undying past.
The sunshine of an April day—
Too brief and bright to last.
They are not gifts from heart to heart,
Where love, enduring, is a part
Of the undying past.
The brightest gems that ever shone
Were nought to me, when thou art gone,
Except as gifts from thee.
One look of love, one kindly tone,
That tells that I am loved alone,
Were dearer far to me.
Were nought to me, when thou art gone,
Except as gifts from thee.
One look of love, one kindly tone,
That tells that I am loved alone,
Were dearer far to me.
There is no gift thy hand could bring,
No treasured thing to which I'd cling,
Like one fond smile of thine.
Oh! this can never pass away,
While love lives on from day to day,
And memories are mine.
No treasured thing to which I'd cling,
Like one fond smile of thine.
Oh! this can never pass away,
While love lives on from day to day,
And memories are mine.
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