SMART WEED 



The eye it beguiles 

 With bloomful smiles, 

 And flowery wiles, 

 And pink-tinted isles 

 That spread over miles 



Of prairie denies 

 Far-reaches of fragrance and bloom. 



When ponds are drained dry 

 By the sun in the sky, 

 And common things die, 

 On thee I rely 



To gladden the eye 

 Of each passerby 

 With beauty-bewildering bloom. 



When winter sweeps down 

 With bluster and frown 

 Thou changest thy gown 



From the pink to the brown, 

 And losest thy crown, 



Though not thy renown- 

 Weed-wonder so frosted and chilled. 



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