Who hath not saved some trifling thingMore prized than jewels rare,A faded flower, a broken ring,A tress of golden hair.
'Tis but a Little Faded Flower, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 12.
'T is but a little faded flower,But oh, how fondly dear!'T will bring me back one golden hour,Through many a weary year.Ellen Clementine Howarth
Where is the heart that doth not keep,Within its inmost core,Some fond remembrance hidden deep,Of days that are no more?Ellen Clementine Howarth