Poems (Louisa Blake)/Lines addressed to My Album

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TO MY ALBUM.
Go, little volume! cull the flowers, The mental flowers, that ne'er decay,Go, gather them from friendship's bowers, For none so bright, so sweet as they.
Go, twine for me a lovely wreath Of all the various plants combined,Gather the flowers that plenteous bloom In that rich soil, the cultured mind.
And in thy pages, now so pure, May genius, wit, and sense combine,Affection's strain, kind friendship's prayer, Adorn each leaf, breathe through each line.
When all thy leaves memorials fill, I will thy wandering steps recall,And cherish the mementos till I part from life, from friends, from all.
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