TO MAMIE.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 7, 13 February 1892, Page 153

TO MAMIE.

BY MRS ALEX. M'VEIGH MILLER. When the violets are blooming As they bloomed a year ago, You will wander in the gloaming Down the path we used to go. Where their amethistine glimmer Sparkles in the dewy grass, Close beside the crystal river You will cull them as you pass. Ab, I wonder, little Mamie, If your pleasant thoughts will stray ; If in fancy you will name me In my home so far away. As you roam among the dowers In the sunset's golden glow, Will you wish I snared those hours As I did one year ago ’ When the violets are blooming— Little flowers we loved so well, When we wandered in the gloaming Ere the deeper shadows fell— Will you think that I am lonely As I wander far from thee. In that hour—that sweet hour only— Mamie, will you think of me ? Heaven bless you, little Mamie, Little tender hearted maid ! May your life be pure and lovely As a violet's in the shade. May the Saviour’s blest protection Guard you ever as you stray. And the flowers of sweet affection Bloom along your sunny way.