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THE BROKEN FLOWER. 
Ou! wear it on thy heart, my love! 
Still, still a little while! 
Sweetness is lingering in its leaves, 
Though faded be their smile, 
Yet for the sake of what hath been, 
Oh! cast it not away ! 
*T was born to grace a summer scene, 
A long, bright, golden day, 
My love! 
A long, bright, golden day ! 
A little while around thee, love! 
Its fragrance yet shall cling, 
Telling that on thy heart hath lain, 
A fair, though faded thing. 
But not even that warm heart hath power 
To win it back from fate :— 
Oh! I am like thy broken flower, 
Cherished too late, too late, 
My love! 
Cherished, alas! too late! 
