“Blossoms to You.”
.... Thus in each flower and simple bell,
That in our path untrodden lie,
Are sweet rememberences who tell,
How fast the winged moments fly.
Time will steal on with ceaseless pace,
Yet lose we not the fleeting hours,
Who still their fairy footsteps trace,
As light they dance amongst the flowers.
Charlotte Turner Smith 1749.
Inks on board.