Ida McCormick Poems

A rose tree grew by the garden wall,
And its highest blossom was just as tall
As my baby's curly head;
A lovely, fragrant, perfect rose,-
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I'm roaming to-day in a far-away land
Where the roses and violets grow,
Where white waves break on a silvery strand,
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Despite all human passion,
And all that we can do,-
There is an old, old fashion
That comes to me and you.
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Beneath the bright sun's dazzling ray,
She watched his vessel sail away
To distant, far-famed lands.
Her heart was gone,-upon her hand
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