| 1. | Not much have I to give, yet I would bring Those simple lays to thee just as a child Would to a loved one bear an offering Of blossoms, gathered by the wayside wild.
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3. | And so I bring this garland I have twined, Though lacking much the finished work of art; Yet I would hope some weary ones may find A message 'mongst the flowers to cheer the heart.
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| 2. | "Weeds" some might term such wild flowers, but I know God's humblest things are precious in your eyes; Though in no trim kept garden plot they grow, The blooms of health and mead you'll not despise. |
4. | Thy name like sunshine gilds the humble flowers, Which now I cast upon the world's great tide - The blossoms culled in girlhood's golden hours On Bogie's banks and bonnie Deveronside. |
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From the book of songs and poems, 'On Bogie's Banks and Bonnie Deveronside' |
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