CHERISH LOVES TIME 



Hark! how the birds sing sunny songs of spring! 

 Soon they will build, and work will silence 



them; 



So we grow less light-hearted as years bring 

 Life's grave responsibilities and then 

 The bitter word " Farewell." 



The violets fret to fragrance 'neath your feet, 

 Heaven's gold sunlight dreams aslant your 



hair: 



No flower for me ! your mouth is far more sweet. 

 O, let my lips forget, while lingering there, 

 Love's bitter word " Farewell." 



Sunset already! have we sat so long? 



The parting hour, and so much left unsaid! 

 The garden has grown silent void of song, 

 Our sorrow shakes us with a sudden dread! 

 Ah ! bitter word " Farewell." 



OLIVE CUSTANCE. 



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