Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 110
storm;He looked as if he never smiled, As if he never had been warm. Sudden, he spied beneath his feet A faded button-hole bouquet:Trampled and wet with rain and sleet, Withered and worthless, there it lay. He bounded, seized it with delight, Stood still and shook it free from snow; Into his coat… … The man who threw the flowers awayNever one half such pleasure had; The flowers best work was done that dayIn cheering up that beggar lad. Ah me, too often we forget, Happy in these good homes of ours,How many in this world are yet Glad even of the withered flowers ! HERMANN THE BRAVE. By H. Maria…
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