WILD FLOWERS. 33 
And everywhere 
Along the plashy marge, and shallow bed 
Of the still waters, they innumerous spread; 
Rocked gently there, 
The beautiful white lily pillows its bright head. 
Within the dell. 
Within the rocky clefts they love to hide; 
And hang adventurous on the steep hill-side; 
Or rugged fell, 
Where the young eagle waves his wings in youthful 
pride. 
In the green sea 
Of forest leaves, where nature wanton plays, 
They humbler bloom; though through the verdant 
maze 
The tulip-tree 
Its golden chalice oft triumphantly displays: 
And, of pure white, 
Embedded mid its glossy leaves on high, 
There the superb magnolia lures the eye; 
While waving light 
The locust’s airy tassels scent the ambient sky. 
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