Who hath not saved some trifling thing More prized than jewels rare,A faded flower, a broken ring, A tress of golden hair. Toggle format menu With Attribution Quote Only Plain Text With Bio
Where is the heart that doth not keep, Within its inmost core,Some fond remembrance hidden deep, Of days that are no more? Toggle format menu With Attribution Quote Only Plain Text With Bio
'T is but a little faded flower,But oh, how fondly dear!'T will bring me back one golden hour,Through many a weary year. Toggle format menu With Attribution Quote Only Plain Text With Bio