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WILD FLOWERS. 
The Fairy Flax; 
OK, FLOWER OF INNOCENCE. 
It comes when wakes the pleasant spring, 
When first the earth is green,— 
Four white or pale blue leaves it hath, 
With yellow heart between. 
It grows about a heap of stones, 
For there the dew will stay— 
It springs beside the dusty road, 
Where children are at play. 
It dots with stars the grassy hank 
That slopes adown the brook,— 
And there it takes a deeper blue, 
And there a fresher look. 
On upland sod when doomed to bloom, 
Its leaves are small and white, 
As if it shrank within itself 
And paled amid the light. 
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