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FLOWERS BY THE FOF’FR 
In your eyes a story I read— 
A story 6f constancy. 
After tho. storms and winter’s wind. 
Softly you-came with influence kind 
Then as I-b^nd with. listening ear, 
Your cheerful voice I plainly hear, 
Preaching, a sermoiij, to'me. 
So whisper to»me, my Pansies sweet" 
Tell me in,-rustlings low,. \ 
,Of that beautiful land where fadeless flowers, 
r Brightly bloom in immortal bowers, 
And no blighting..wind doth.blow.. 
Pell of the care that is over alb— , 
That gives you.your garments'gay ; , 
Whose loving, hand, clothes the floweret small, 
That grows in.the field, or by the garden wall r 
Whose life is only a day. 
Yes, te'll of the love, my Pansies sweet— 
Of the love that knows no end ;. 
Thfit through.earth’s winter safely keeps 
Watch over his children, and never sleeps 
The love that paints the violet blue, 1 . 
And quencher your thirst with drops of dew, 
The weary heart’s faithful friend. 
