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ADDITIONAL AND 
THE STRAWBERRY BLOSSOM. 
WORDSWORTH. 
That is a work of waste and ruin — 
Do as Charles and I are doing ! 
Strawberry blossoms, one and all, 
We must spare them—here are many : 
Look at it — the flower is small, 
Small and low, though fair as any : 
Do not touch it! summers two 
I am older, Anne, than you. 
Pull the primrose, sister Anne, 
Pull as many as you can. 
— Here are daisies, take your fill; 
Pansies, and the cuckoo-flower : 
Of the lofty daffodil 
Make your bed and make your bower ; 
Fill your lap and fill your bosom ; 
Only spare the strawberry blossom ! 
Primroses, the spring may love them — 
Summer knows but little of them. 
Violets, a barren kind. 
Withered on the ground must lie ; 
Daisies leave no fruit behind 
When the pretty flowerets die ; 
Pluck them, and another year 
As many will be growing here. 
