HEPATIC A. 



ALL the woodland path is broken 

 By warm tints along the way, 

 And the low and sunny slope 

 Is alive with sudden hope, 

 When there comes the silent token 

 Of an April day, 



Blue hepatica ! 



O the earth s unconscious bosom 

 Such rare color never knew ! 

 All unknown to shy delay, 

 All unheeded by the May, 

 Starts to life the varying blossom, 

 Fed by sun and dew, 



Faint hepatica ! 

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