WILD FLOWERS. 
To each perennial flower, 
Old tenants of the spot, 
The broad-leafed lily of the rale, 
And the meek forget-me-not, 
To every daisy’s dappled brow, 
To every violet blue, 
Thanks! thanks! may each returning year 
Your changeless bloom renew. 
To the Bramble Flower. 
Tht fruit full well the school-boy knows, 
Wild bramble of the brake! 
So, put thou forth thy small white rose; 
I love it for his sake. 
Though woodbines flaunt and roses glow 
O’er all the fragrant bowers, 
Thou need’st not be ashamed to show 
Thy satin-threaded flowers; 
For dull the eye, the heart is dull 
That cannot feel how fair, 
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