HUES. 
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THE LILY OF THE VALLEY AND 
THE ANEMONE. 
ANON. 
Sweet flower, you fondly strive to hide 
Your lovely form from public view. 
While the gay blossom’s eastern pride 
Appears in every varied hue. 
So will a cultur’d feeling mind. 
Oft trembling shrink from worldly gaze, 
Whilst flippant wit, at ease reclined. 
Spreads all around its transient rays. 
Yet do I love that modest flower 
Which blossoms in the humble shade, 
And asks not for the sun’s bright power. 
By which this splendid plant’s array’d. 
ON PLANTING A LILY. 
MRS. H. TIGHE. 
How withered, perished seems the form 
Of yon obscure, unsightly root! 
Yet from the blight of wintry storm. 
It hides secure the precious fruit. 
The careless eye can find no grace, 
No beauty in the scaly folds, 
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