The Simple Flower


I ever loved the simple flower
Where woman cast her eye
There's not a bloom in walk or bower
Like that she wandered by
'Twas faith without a tear or sigh
It drank dews from above
'Twas joy and hope and poesy
— It won a womans love


I lov'd the flower she gazed upon
And stooped to gaze again
It seemed the sweetest in the sun
The fairest on the plain
I loved sweet woman in that hour
The sun smiled sweet above
And when she looked upon that flower
The flower itself was Love
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