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CHILD AND FLOWER. 
Thou hast, a garden for us, where to bide. 
Who would be more, 
Swelling through store, 
Forfeit their Paradise by their pride. 
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Emerson. 
I N May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, 
I found tlie fresh Rhodora in the woods ; 
Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, 
To please the desert and the sluggish brook. 
The purple petals, fallen in the pool, 
Made the black water with their beauty gay ; 
Here might the red-breast come, his plumes to cool. 
And court the flower that cheapens his array. 
Rhodora ! if the sages ask thee why 
Thy charm is wasted on earth and sky, 
