IN THE KING'S CARDEN.
‘ OH, not for long, ah, not for long, shall I be lingering In the garden of the King !' So blithely and so proudly sang the Rose, * For my Lady found me fair, And will pluck me for her hair. And I shall go with her where she goes.’ ‘ I care not, oh, I care not, for the King or for the 'I ieen, Though the fairest ever seen,’ Sang the Primrose from the bed across the way ; • For the Poet passed along, And wove me in a song. And I shall live forever in his lay. B it the Violet, beside them, only bent its bead and smiled. For it knew a little child Had stolen to the corner where it grew, She had named it best of all, And fairest, though so small. And crowned it with a kiss. But no one knew.
Abbie Farwell Brown.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XV, Issue XI, 31 August 1895, Page 279
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151IN THE KING'S CARDEN. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XV, Issue XI, 31 August 1895, Page 279
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