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The Larkspur , with a blush and smile, 
Her secret whispering low,— 
1 Conscious Attachment/ — may beguile 
The heart of many a woe. 
The Coltsfoot breathes a tender prayer, 
Her deathless power to prove, 
And gently murmurs in the ear 
Her spell — ‘ Maternal Love ! ’ 
The Sweet Briar next — dear Eglantine! 
Her glorious gift would bring, 
And ‘ Poesy’s bright offerings ’ twine 
O’er grief’s corroding sting. 
And here, — defying every rhyme 
That poet ever thought on,— 
We find at this drear Autumn time, 
The Bachelor’s lone Button ! 
Which tells how ‘ with the morning’s love* 
Its reckless owner sported, 
Till doomed in later life to prove 
His heartlessness retorted! 
