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wear it on thy heart, my love! Still, still a little while! Sweetness is lingering in its leaves, Tho' faded be their smile. Yet, for the sake of what hath been, Oh! cast it not away! 'Twas born to grace a summer scene, A long, bright, golden day, My love! A long, bright, golden day!

A little while around thee, love! Its fragrance yet shall cling, Telling, that on thy heart hath lain, A fair, tho' faded thing.