'TIS BUT A LITTLE;

FADED FLOWER.
Londonl W. S. FORTEY, i7.ueral Steam Printer
and Publisher, 2 & 3, Monmouth Coinr, Seven Dials.

'Tis but a little faded flower,
But oh, how fondly dear,
'Twill bring me back one golden hour,
Through many, through many a weary
year
I would not to the world impart
The secret, the secret of its power,
But treasured in my utmost heart
I keep my faded flower,
I keep my faded fower.
'Tis but a little faded flower,
But oh, how fondly dear.
'Twill bring me back one golden hour
Through many through many a weary
year.
Where is the heart that does not keep
Within its inmest core,
Some fond remembrance hidden deep,
Of days, of days, that are no more;
Who bath net saved some trifling thing,
More prized, more prized than jewels rare
k faded flower, a broken ring,
A tress of golden hair,
A tress of golden hair
*Ti but a little faded flower,
-Once the fairest in May,
It brings me back my childhood hours
Through woods where oft I used to strm',
But years have passed, and I have known
Teoth's day dreams, youth's day dreams
fly away,
JuatTike this little faded flower,
They pine and pass away.
They pine and pass away.