SWEET GRATITUDE.
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There's flower which blooming, though sharply and keen The storms of adversity blow, In age, as in youth, still 'tis lovely and green, And it blooms in the season of woe: No blight can destroy it, but beautiful! still It hourishes ever the same; And the air with the sweetest of perfume doth fill, And Gratitude" that is the name.

 Sweet Gratitude. have cherish it long for the friend have known, In days of prosperity past; And though all the bright visions of pleasure have flown, It resists sharp adversitys blast, 'Tis the pride of heart that is honest to feel In woe as in pleasure the same, And cherish that flower of loveliness still, Yes, Gratitude, that is the name,

 Sweet Gratitude.