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WILD FLOWERS. 
Like patience, thou 
Art quiet in thy earth, 
Instructing Hope that virtue’s birth 
Is feeling’s vow. 
. Thy fancied bride, 
The delicate Snowdrop, keeps 
Her home with thee; 
Near thy true side. 
Will man but hear! 
A simple flower can tell 
What beauties in his mind should dwell 
Through passion’s sphere. 
