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WILD FLOWERS. 
Our outward life requires them not— 
Then wherefore had they birth 1 — 
To minister delight to man, 
To beautify the earth; 
To comfort man—to whisper hope, 
Whene’er his faith is dim, 
For who so careth for the flowers 
Will much more care for him! 
Scarlet Pimpernel. 
In every copse and shelter’d dell, 
Unveiled to the observant eye, 
Are faithful monitors, who tell 
How pass the hours and seasons by. 
The green robed children of the spring 
Denote the periods as they pass: 
Mingle with leaves, Time’s rapid wing, 
And bind with flowers his silent glass. 
