Thistle Down

By Ethel

To Thee - I Give

This day...I give thee treasure,
In hopes you'll cling to them.
And count them on life's highway,
As a rare and priceless gem.

This day...I give thee light of love,
In the tenderness of tears.
That you might look upon it,
As you walk down through the years.

This day...I press my hand in thine,
With full measure to impart.
As all my love I'm offering,
From the chambers of my heart.


E.P. 1908 - 1989

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