HE SPARED MY FLOWER. 
Yet could I find Ms lowly bed, 
I’d plant a willow at its bead, 
WMcb o’er Mm should its branches spread 
Through all the Summer hours. 
And as the twigs delighted swing. 
And o’er him quivering shadows fling. 
While all around the wild birds sing, 
I’d strew it tMck with flowers. 
