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SHE POETRY OF FLOWERS, 115 
THE BROKEN FLOWER, 
BY MRS. HEMANS. 
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 Jain, 
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, 
Cherish’d too late, too late, 
My love! 
Cherish’d, alas! too ‘ate 


