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MY FLOWERS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER

First Line: SWEET FLOWERS, THE YEAR WITH SPEEDY POMP ADORN
Last Line: WILL SHINE, PERCHANCE TO-MORROW, ON MY GRAVE.
Subject(s): FLOWERS;
SWEET flowers, the year with speedy pomp adorn;
Infirm and old, I linger for your sight;
Quick, with your sheen make gay the opening morn;
Quick, with your scent embalm the closing night.

To-morrow ye might bloom too late for me;
Age finds a rock concealed 'neath every wave.
The glorious sunshine that shall bid you be
Will shine, perchance to-morrow, on my grave.



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