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Title: The Unwritten Letter
Author: Jared Barhite [
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On receiving sprigs of Forget-me-not and
Lilly-of-the-Valley in envelope, through
mail, with no note or name inclosed.
In form it was a letter,
Unique in its every part,
The expression could not be better,
For it touched my inmost heart.
No pen had marred its beauty,
No ink had traced a line,
It did its silent duty
Like a messenger divine.
Upon its page was written
No English, French, nor Greek;
But a universal language
That only flowers can speak.
The colors were pure whiteness
And heavenly tints of blue,
Excelling all the brightness
That art can bring to view.
The Lily-of-the-Valley
And sweet Forget-me-not,
That grow where perfumes dally
In sweet secluded spot,
When sent to tell some story
That words cannot express,
Are fraught with special glory
And richest tenderness.
Their perfumes speak of gladness,
Their colors of delight,
They neutralize dull sadness,
Turn darkness into light.
They link the heart of sender
To heart to which they're sent,
And unto both will render
The sweetness of content.
I love them for their clearness,
Their whiteness and their blue;
But added to such dearness
Is the thought they came from you.
[The end]
Jared Barhite's poem: Unwritten Letter
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