THE DAME’S VIOLET. 
71 
All nature hath one voice, 
One theme, and that how blest! 
From stars of heaven high notes that swell, 
To flowers which ope in lonely dell 
Their incense-breathing breast; 
All, all upraise 
One burst of praise, 
And call aloud on man to join his loftier lays. 
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