‘This thought woke with my waking hours,—
As on a feverish couch I lay,
“How barren is Life’s path of flowers!
How sadly dawns my New Year’s Day!”
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‘When, as I breathed the impatient thought,
Lo! there thy fragrant gift
appeared!
Then at the augury it caught—
The sad and sullen heart was cheered!
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‘And doubly shall thy gift be dear—
(Of New-Year joys the seal and sum),
An omen for the present year!—
A Memory for all years to come!
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‘And so, dear Mr. Rogers, I have put your violets into water, for this day, but shall keep them as a precious gift and remembrance for the rest of my life.