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A WILD FLOWER WREATH. 
The rustic blushing heath, 
That lurks the fern beneath* 
Should grace our wilding wreath 
With many a pendant bell; 
The fair anemone 
Might well with these agree, * 
Reft from her sheltering tree, 
Low in the copsewood dell. 
No less the floweret pale, 
The lily of the vale 
That scents the roving gale, 
Yet loves its leafy shade ; 
And well my hand, I ween, 
(If such my task had been,) 
Could twine the myrtle green 
To crown the mountain maid. 
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L 
J 
