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Daffodil. — ‘ Deception .’ 
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Among the various lessons of expediency taught by the world, 
there is none more necessary, or more difficult, than that which 
warns us to conceal our emotions from the knowledge of the multi¬ 
tude. 
I have seen, in the Spring-breeze, gay flowerets 
wave, 
While around them rich perfumes were playing; 
Yet I knew they were blossoming over a grave, 
Where Beauty and Youth were decaying; 
But few, as they bloomed, would have deemed that 
beneath 
Those beautiful symbols were ruin and death ! 
I have looked on the Ocean, and catching a gleam 
Of sunshine its bosom arraying, 
Thought the billows which chased it, to fancy might 
seem 
Like children in innocence playing, 
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