- If this should be the last time
I could pick an Easter bloom,
Or walk in mossy wayside lanes,
At least I shall enjoy this day,
And when light and sunshine wanes,
I'll place the Easter lily
In a Window of my room.
There's always a last time, my dear,
When one can pick an Easter bloom,
A last time to walk in fields and lane;
But if one can see the beauty
In a walk through moss-grown bowers,
There'd be peace and sweet contentment
In the last day in one's room.
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