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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore) 2 0 Browse Search
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The Daily Dispatch: December 11, 1861., [Electronic resource], From our army in Kentucky. (search)
To the Gentina Crinita, the Lait Flower of Autumnby James G. Percival. Sweet floweret of the waning year, Last blossom of the fading pisins, The leaves are falling wan and sere, And the lone widowed bird complains. Still then art dearer to my heart Than all the sweets the Spring unveils; Thy bloom a softer mood impart Than violets breathing in the vales. There is a melancholy grace, That spreads thy lonely portals o'er; They tell that winter comes space. That soon will rise the tempest's rear. The flowers decay, the fields are bare, The humble violet tears to blow, The woods no more their honors wear, Light rustling full the leaves below. Still thou unfoldist thy lonely leaf, And smil'st amid the fields alone, Thou seem it some weeping child of grief, That mourns her comfort flown. Had I not roved the desert plain, Where heath the hedge you sweet'y blew, Your petals had been spread in vain, Your only guest the evening dew. Or when amid the leafless wood