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Lilacs

by Helen Emma Maring

A wealth of lilacs have I here,
Their mystic whispers stir my ear.
Their lovely fragrance fills my heart,
As memories their blooms impart.

When I was but a little child,
A lilac bush, untrimmed and wild,
Delighted me with joy untold,
Where shone the sun of purest gold,
I pulled the clustered lilac spray

And breathed their fragrance of the day.
One morning time a lilac hue
Slipped softly o'er the sea of blue.
It seemed that souls of lilacs gone
Had stolen back to rule the dawn.

Fair lilacs of my thousand dreams,
My heart amid you thrills and teems
With thoughts and hopes of life to be
That seeks to win the soul of me.