Poet's Corner.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume VII, Issue 337, 3 October 1879, Page 5

Poet's Corner.

AMONG THE BUDS. + Oh ! leave the buds alone, Baby, Leave the buds alcne, Bach little flow'ret has a heart As pure as is thine own ; That violet My pretty pet, Hath borrowed from the skies, Its deepest blue, — The same bright hue That sparkles in thine eyes ; And, just like thee, In purity And beauty it hath grown ; Then leave the buds alone, Baby, Leave the buds alone. Oh! leave the buds alone, T B *by, Leave the buds alone, Those little blossoms are the gems That stud the garden's zone ; From bell and cup The sun-sprites sup The nectar and the dew ; Each morn they drink, From rose and 'pink, Sweet Nature's freshest " brew " Of God's own brand ; Thy tiny hand To playfulness is prone, But do not break the cups, Baby, Leave the buds alone. Oh ! leave the buds alone, Leave the buds alone ; They are thy younger sisters, and, Like thee, they have but known The sweets of Spring, When everything Evolves God's purest breath ; They have no fear For Autumn's sere, Nor "Winter's tint of death ; Affinity Links them and thee, To heav'n's eternal throne. Ye are the stainless ones, T B aoy, Leave the buds alone. Saturday Advertuer. THOMAS BbACKEN.