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FADED FLOWERS. 
Like a buried love, or a vanish’d joy. 
Link’d unto memories none destroy. 
Faded flowers, 
Sweet, faded flowers— 
Fair frail records 
Of Eden’s bowers; 
In a world where sorrow and wrong bear 
sway, \ 
Why should ye linger ?—Away ! away! 
What were the emblems 
Pride to stain, 
Might ye your glorious 
Crowns retain 1 
And what for the young heart, bow’d with 
grief, 
Were the 
leaf? 
rose ne’er seen with 
a wither’d 
Ye bloom to tell us 
What once hath been; 
What yet shall in heaven 
Again be seen; 
I Ye die, that man in his strength may learn, 
; How vain the hopes in his heart that burn. 
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Many in form, 
And bright in hue! 
