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Musings in Maoriland

Among the Buds

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Among the Buds.

Oh! leave the buds alone,
Baby,
Leave the buds alone;
Each little flow'ret has a heart
As pure as is thine own.
  That violet,
  My pretty pet,
Hath borrowed from the skies
  Its deepest blue,—
  The same bright hue
That sparkles in thine eyes;
  And, just like thee,
In purity
And beauty it hath grown;
Then leave the buds alone,
Baby,
Leave the buds alone.

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Oh! leave the buds alone;
Baby,
Leave the buds alone;
Those little blossoms are the gems
That stud the garden's zone.
  From bell and cup
  The sun-sprites sup
The nectar and the dew;
  Each morn they drink
  From rose and pink
Sweet Nature's freshest "brew"
  Of God's own brand;—
  Thy tiny hand
To playfulness is prone,
But do not break the cups,
Baby,
Leave the buds alone.

Oh! leave the buds alone,
Baby,
Leave the buds alone;
They are thy younger sisters, and,
Like thee, they have but known
  The sweets of Spring,
  When everything
Evolves God's purest breath;
  They have no fear
  For Autumn's sere,

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Nor Winter's tint of death;
 Affinity
 Links them and thee
To heaven's eternal throne.
Ye are the stainless ones,
Baby,
Leave the buds alone.