'Tis but a Little Faded Flower.
'Tis but a little faded flower, but, oh! how fondly dear!
'Twill bring me back one golden hour through many a weary year.
I may not to the world impart the secret of its power,
But, treasured In my inmost heart, I keep my faded flower.
Chorus.
'Tis but a little faded flower, but, oh! how fondly dear!
'Twill bring me back one golden hour through many a weary year.
Where is the heart that does not keep, within Its Inmost core,
Some fond remembrance, hidden deep, of days that are no more?
Who hath not saved some trifling thing more prized than jewels rare?
A faded dower-a broken ring a tress of golden hair?-Chorus.