Publisher's Synopsis
Excerpt from A Wreath of Song
His wreath of song was first for thee, Who praised it with sincerity. Thy life so true, so free from wrong Is sweeter than the sweetest song. Though years have passed, I count divine The day that linked thy life with mine; And try such fortune to deserve By seeking daily how to serve. 'tis summer yet for you and me Who ne'er have known adversity, And should we see the winter's snows, May love still bloom a fragrant rose And wisdom come in hand with truth, And age reflect the heart of youth.
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