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And changeless plants, whose firmer breasts 



defy 

 The frosts of autumn, or the wintry sky. 



Bring first the thornless Rose, of colors rare, 

 Fresh, bright, and graceful, from the florist s 



care, 

 That reared in bowers, where nought was ever 



found 



To chill, depress, contaminate, or wound, 

 Knows no dark art to rouse the breath of strife, 

 And bears enchantment for the vale of life. 



Mark well yon Lily, on its stately stem, 

 Whose snowy leaves conceal a polish d gem, 

 Thou may st not miss it in the loveliest train, 

 Nor once beheld, forget its charms again ; 

 Go, bow to taste its fragrance, and request 

 The favoring presence of the cherish d guest. 

 And thou, Mimosa, dear and trembling flower, 

 Come from thy cell, unshrinking leave thy 



bower ; 



No pressure rude, thy folded buds shall harm, 

 No touch unkind thy tender leaves alarm ; 

 Though in the world s rough journey thou 



may st fear 

 Unkindred spirits, none shall meet thee here ; 



