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THE MORAL OF FLOWERS. 
Nor to fancy’s ear alone 
Doth it kindly thought impart; 
Wouldst thou soar, but strength hast none 
Clings to earth thy grovelling heart ? 
Seek, like yonder fragile flower, 
Fitting prop round which to twine— 
There’s an arm of love and power. 
Lean on it, and heaven is thine. 
