Rosy, My Dear,

    "Rosy, my dear,
    Don't cry,--I'm here
    To help you all I can.
    I'm only a fly,
    But you'll see that I
    Will keep my word like a man."

Louisa May Alcott

Louisa May Alcott was an American novelist and poet best known as the author of the novel 'Little Women' and its sequels 'Little Men' and 'Jo's Boys.' Born in Germantown, Pennsylvania, she grew up in Massachusetts. She was an abolitionist and a feminist and was active in both the Transcendentalist and suffragist movements. Alcott began writing to support her family and went on to publish numerous works that have had a lasting impact on American literature.

Louisa May Alcott

Sweet! Sweet!

Louisa May Alcott, Simple Poetry

Dear Grif

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Lily-Bell

Louisa May Alcott, Simple Poetry

Flowers, dear flowers, farewell!

Louisa May Alcott, Simple Poetry

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"Dear Grif,
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O Lion, Grand

    "O lion, grand,
    Come over the sand,
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Don't Drive Me Away

    "Don't drive me away,
    But hear what I say:
    Bad men want the gold;
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Flowers, dear flowers, farewell!

"We are sending you, dear flowers,
Forth alone to die,
Where your gentle sisters may not weep
O'er the cold graves where you lie;
But you go to bring them fadeless life
In the bright homes where they dwell,
And you softly smile that 't is so,
As we sadly sing farewell.

O plead with gentle words for us,
And whisper tenderly
Of generous love to that cold heart,
And it will answer ye;
And though you fade in a dreary home,
Yet loving hearts will tell
Of the joy and peace that you have given:
Flowers, dear flowers, farewell!"

Louisa May Alcott