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Sweet Poet of the Woods – Charlotte Smith

Love is like a flower-you’ve got to let it grow.

Sweet poet of the woods a long adieu!


Farewell, soft minstrel of the early year!


Ah! ’twill be long ere thou shalt sing anew,


And pour thy music on the night’s dull ear,’


Whether on spring thy wandering flights await,


Or whether silent in our groves ye dwell,


The pensive muse shall own thee for her mate,


And still, protect the song, she loves so well.


With a cautious step, the love-lorn youth shall glide


Thro’ the lone brake that shades thy mossy nest;


And shepherd girls, from eyes profane, shall hide


The gentle bird, who sings of pity best.


For still thy voice shall soft affections move,


And still, be dear to sorrow, and to love!

By KINDNESS WISDOM

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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