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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;Pat P, post: 91471, member: 201&quot;]Okay, here&#039;s what&#039;s in my book plate...</p><p><br /></p><p>I culled the best sprigs of the rose and vine,</p><p>By the morning&#039;s gentle sun;</p><p>And twined me a garland for childhood&#039;s prime,</p><p>And indeed twas a lovely one.</p><p>But withered the rose,</p><p>Ere the day was gone;</p><p>Or the twilight hues,</p><p>Of the evening come.</p><p><br /></p><p>Then I thought of the ne&#039;er fading amaranth bowers,</p><p>Which blossom for ever above,</p><p>And thought me, eternity&#039;s beautiful flowers,</p><p>Must bloom in those regions of love.</p><p>And I sigh to reach there,</p><p>To twine me a wreath,</p><p>Unprofaned by a tear,</p><p>Or mortality&#039;s breath.</p><p><br /></p><p>Here&#039;s what I found in one of the printed versions... I think this is the most complete one I found. Some printed versions left a bit of it out, but I think they all had the same wording that you see here rather than the wording in my plate. The words in italic were either left out of the plate or were different...</p><p><br /></p><p><i>I sought the fairest and gayest flowers </i></p><p><i>Of the new spring&#039;s beautiful blossoms </i></p><p><i>And i gathered them in at morn&#039;s first hours</i></p><p><i>And placed them in childhood&#039;s bosom </i></p><p><i>Yet sorrowing there </i></p><p><i>The dewdrop hung </i></p><p><i>And the pearly tear </i></p><p><i>To the young flower clung</i></p><p><br /></p><p>I culled the best sprigs of the rose and vine</p><p>By the <i>summer&#039;s noonday</i> sun</p><p>And twined me a garland for <i>manhood&#039;s</i> prime</p><p>And <i>in truth</i> twas a lovely one</p><p>But withered the rose</p><p>Ere the day was <i>done </i></p><p><i>And the purple</i> hues</p><p><i>Of the grape were gone</i></p><p><br /></p><p><i>I wandered at night o er the dreary lea </i></p><p><i>Mid the wintry tempest&#039;s rage </i></p><p><i>And I took of the yew and the cypress tree </i></p><p><i>And wove a dark wreath for age </i></p><p><i>And when I arose I beheld them wave </i></p><p><i>Their sable hues O er the old man&#039;s grave </i></p><p><br /></p><p>Then I thought of the ne&#039;er fading amaranth bowers</p><p>Which blossom for ever above</p><p>And thought me eternity&#039;s beautiful flowers</p><p>Must <i>blow </i>in those regions of love</p><p>And I sigh to reach there</p><p>To twine me a wreath</p><p>Unprofaned by a tear</p><p>Or mortality&#039;s breath[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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