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WILD FLOWERS . 
Thee homesick—and the spell would break, 
That’s round the desert gem. 
So, I will set me down and look 
On thy fair leaves, my little book, 
To read the name of Him, who took 
Such care in forming them l 
The Lily. 
Imperial beauty ! fair, unrivalled one! 
What flower of earth has honor high as thine, 
To find its name on His unsullied lips, 
Whose eye was light from heaven? 
In vain the power 
Of human voice to swell the strain of,praise 
Thou hast received; and which will ever sound 
Long as the page of inspiration shines— 
While mortal songs shall die as summer winds 
That, wafting off thine odors, sink to sleep! 
I will not praise thee, then; but thou shalt be 
My hallowed flower! The sweetest, purest thoughts 
