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And thou — that when the heart is torn, 
And Sorrow’s seal the brow hath worn, 
Would’st bid the sufferer cease to mourn, 
Art welcome too, thou bright green Thorn ! 
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For still thy silent teachings prove, 
Like lessons from the courts above, 
Bidding the anguished spirit rove 
From earth-born care to Heavenly love. 
And thus a Bouquet fresh and rare 
I’ve twined to greet the opening year; 
And place my flowers amid the hair, 
Of her I deem most sweet and fair. 
