It Is But A Faded Rosebud

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Title:     It Is But A Faded Rosebud
Author: Hannah S. Battersby [More Titles by Battersby]

It is but a lone faded rosebud
That a dearly loved one gave to me,
In years now long past but remembered
And shrined for the years yet to be.

It opens the floodgates of memory,
Discoursing of dear days gone by,
Dead and buried except to rememb'rance
Which never can slumber or die.

For hearts that have once truly mingled,
In sympathy, love and esteem,
Can never be really sundered
Though oceans and seas roll between.

And still I will cherish my rosebud,
Though it never may bloom to a flower,
As a symbol of love that was strangled
In life's saddest yet happiest hour.

[The end]
Hannah S. Battersby's poem: It Is But A Faded Rosebud

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