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And see the wild Daffodil carelessly spring, 
Around us as though its bright colors could bring, 
Delight to the gazer who knows that they fling, 
‘Deception’ o’er all w r ho their loveliness sing; 
But this charming Wax Myrtle, whose green leaves contrast 
So well with the white little balls ’midst them cast, 
Has a far graver meaning — and though fading fast, 
* It will give you advice ’ ere its beauty is past; 
And this sweet pretty Daisy , so modest and meek, 
Its humble head bending, concealment to seek, 
A word dear to all in a whisper would speak, 
For the low voice of ‘ Innocence ’ often is weak! 
While towering aloft in its purposes high, 
Mark yonder proud Laurel saluting the sky, 
With its white-scented blossoms attracting the eye, 
And inciting ‘ Ambition ’ to reach them or — die! 
