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\ ou of The Valley nam’d, no longer hide 
Your blossoms meet to twine the brow of 
purest Bride. 
And Thou, so rich in gentle names, ap¬ 
pealing 
To hearts that own our Nature’s com¬ 
mon lot; 
Thou styl’d by sportive Fancy’s bettei 
feeling 
“ A Thought ,”—“ The Heart’s Ease,” or 
'* Forget me not,” 
Who deck’st alike the Peasant’s garden- 
plot, 
And Castle’s proud parterre ;—with hum- 
ble joy 
Proclaim afresh,by castle, and by cot, 
Hopes which ought not, like things ef 
time, to cloy. 
And feelings Time itself shall deepen—not 
destroy! 
Fruitless, and endless were the task, I ween, 
W ith ev’ry Flower to grace my votive 
Lay 
And unto thee, their long-acknowledg’d 
Queen, 
Fairest, and loveliest! and thy gentle 
sway, 
