To Miss ----

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Title:     To Miss ----
Author: James Avis Bartley [More Titles by Bartley]

The flowers you gave, dear girl, will fade,
Nor shun the common lot, to die;
The thoughts they spoke, still undecayed,
Shall bloom immortal as the sky.

Beneath the sun's meridian ray,
They'll fade and leave no trace behind:
The love they woke shall ne'er decay,
But be immortal like the Mind.

[The end]
James Avis Bartley's poem: To Miss ----

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