Blush-Colored roses
Droop with the day;
Melody closes,
Lips are clay;
But though beauties depart,
Their aroma shall be
Sealed in my heart,
Pot-Pourri.

Humming-bird Joy,
Thistle-down Love,
Wisdom the Toy,
Sorrow the Dove
Fleet unto Death;
So treasure for me
Sweet of their breath,
Pot-Pourri.

Life, my garden
Ambrosial,
When thy skies harden
And snowflakes fall,
Winter shall win a
Fragrancy,
Rose-leaves in a