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WILD FLOWERS. 
To a Flower. 
Dawn, gentle flower, 
From the morning earth ! 
We will gaze and wonder 
At thy wondroua birth! 
Bloom, gentle flower! 
Lover of the light, 
Sought by wind and shower, 
Fondled by the night! 
Fade, gentle flower! 
All thy white leaves close; 
Having shown thy beauty, 
Time’t is for repose. 
Die, gentle flower, 
In the silent sun! 
So,—all pangs are over, 
All thy tasks are done! 
