She took no "gold or precious store Into that far-off land ; Only some morning-glory seeds I shut within her hand. I thought the spirit of the flowers Somehow with hers might rise, And quicken into life and bloom In soil of Paradise. * -It seemed so far for her to go Alone to that strange place, Where everything was great and grand, With no familiar face. But if she had these blossoms there She'd feel at home, I knew, For round our door they always hung Their bells of pink and blue. , She loved them so—they were the first We planted when she came, A girlish bride, to share my home, My hearth, my heart,',my name. And always.when I came she stood ... To meet me at the door, Where, morning glories, twined, and * threw,,. ' .- . Light shadows on the floor. t , , ' , ' . A " The angels ' through these trumpets ..... XbrighJ, ..'.■ Some message sweet may speak, She used to say, and held them: up To brow and lip and cheek. I smiled at her' quaint fancy then, ; , .' ,But now,'.when comes a stir Among the leaves, my heart grows still To hear some word from her ';•' For yonder, where the east is bright. -With morning-glories fair, I know my darling waits for me 1. Upon the threshold there.
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Ashburton Guardian, Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2444, 18 June 1890
MORNING GLORIES. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2444, 18 June 1890
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