BLOODROOT. 



NOT pressing close on crowded 



ways, 

 Not shrinking back from any 



eye, 



But calm beneath the open sky, 

 And slow to meet our ruder 

 gaze: 



Scarce answering to the sudden thrill 

 Of doubt and mystery wafted hence, 

 Yet helping to a deeper sense 



Of vital force unmeasured still : 



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