THANKS, many thanks for the beautiful flowers; They come like sweet sunshine, to gladden the hours; They bring to my spirit sweet memories of thee, And say, by their coming, thou'rt thinking of me.
Their smiles seem reflections of others that wreathe The sweet lips of love, when they tenderly breathe In eloquent numbers the feelings that start, Warm gushing and pure, from the depths of the heart.
The light of their beauty is weaving a spell O'er my spirit, and down in the heart's hidden cell New visions are forming, all lovely and bright, Enthusing my soul with sweet dreams of delight.
