Ellen Clementine Howarth

  • ’t Is but a little faded flower,
      But oh, how fondly dear!
    ’T will bring me back one golden hour,
      Through many a weary year.
    I may not to the world impart
      The secret of its power,
    But treasured in my inmost heart,
      I keep my faded...

  • ’t is but a little faded flower,
      But oh, how fondly dear!
    ’T will bring me back one golden hour,
      Through many a weary year.
    I may not to the world impart
      The secret of its power,
    But treasured in my inmost heart,
      I keep my faded...