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ADDITIONAL AND 
W ho of the dull earth that’s moving around us. 
Would ever imagine, that, nursed in a rose, 
At the opening of spring, our destiny found us 
A prisoner until the first bud should unclose ; 
Then, as the dawn of light breaks upon us, 
Our winglets of silk we unfold to the air. 
And leap off in joy to the music that won us. 
And made us the tenants of climates so fair ! 
THE CHILD AND FLOWERS. 
MBS. HEMANS. 
Hast thou been in the woods with the honey¬ 
bee 1 
Hast thou been with the lamb in the pastures 
free 1 
W ith the hare through the copses and dingles 
wild ? 
With the butterfly over the heath, fair child ? 
Yes; the light form of thy bounding feet 
Hath not startled the wren from her mossy 
seat; 
Yet hast thou ranged the green forest dells, 
And brought back a treasure of buds and bells. 
Thou know’st not the sweetness, by antique 
song, 
Breathed o’er the names of that flowery throng; 
