 | 1837 - 634 str.
...now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back. The flowers run wild — the flowers we sowYi Around our garden tree ; Our vine is drooping with...— • Oh ! call him back to me ! He would not hear my voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee; The face that once like spring-time smil'd On earth... | |
 | 1828 - 244 str.
...Oh! call my bi ul I'ir back ! The flowe'rs run wild — The flowers we sow'd, Around our gmden-tree; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh! call him...child, He may not come to thee, The face that once like spring time smil'd On earth no more thou'lt tee. A rose's brief, bright life of joy — Such unto him... | |
 | 1828 - 514 str.
...flowers wo aow'd Around our garden-tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh ! call him hark to me ! He would not hear thy voice, fair child, He may not come to lhee, The face that once like spring-time smil'd On earth no more thou'lt see. A rose's brief, bright... | |
 | 1882 - 224 str.
...garden tree.; Our vine is dropping with its load — O call him back to me !' 1 He would not hear my voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee, The face that once, like spring time, smil'd On earth no more thou'lt see. ' The rose's brief, bright light of joy, Such unto... | |
 | Moral and sacred poetry - 1829 - 326 str.
...garden-tree; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh! call him hack to me'." " He would not hear my voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee ; The face that once like spring-time smiled On earth no more thon'lt aee. "A ruse's hrief, hright life of joy, Such outo him was giv'n ; — Uo... | |
 | Thomas Willcocks - 1829 - 334 str.
...garden-tree; Our vine is drooping with Us load — Oh! call him back to me!" " He would not hear my voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee ; The face that once like spring-time smiled On earth no more thou'lt see. "A rose's brief, bright life of joy, Such unto him was giv'n ; — Go... | |
 | 1829 - 306 str.
...call my brother back ! in. " The flowers run wild — the flower we sowed Around our garden-tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh ! call him back to me !" IV. " He would not hear my voice, fair cliild ! He may not come to thee ; The face that once like... | |
 | Priscilla Maden Watts - 1829 - 312 str.
...call my brother back ! Ill, "The flowers run wild — the flowers we sowed Around our garden-tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh! call him back to me!" IV. " He would not hear my voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee ; The face that once like spring-time... | |
 | 1831 - 786 str.
...care not now to chase its flight— Oh ! call my brother back. The flowers run wild — the flowers we sowed Around our garden tree ; Our vine is drooping...load — Oh ! call him back to me ! He would not hear my voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee ; The face that once like spring-time smiled On earth... | |
 | Samuel BLACKBURN - 1833 - 254 str.
...now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back. The flowers run wild, — the flowers we sow'd Around our garden tree ; Our vine is drooping with...— Oh ! call him back to me. " He would not hear my voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee ; The face that once like spring-time smil'd, On earth... | |
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A rose's brief, bright life of joy, Such unto him was given : Go — thou must play alone, my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven. 
