’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...