WALLFLOWER. 
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And drink the dew, and scent the breeze, 
As blithe a flower as Flora sees.” 
Bloom on, sweet moralist! Be thine 
The softest shower, the brightest sun ! 
Long o’er a world of error shine, 
And teach them what to seek and shun. 
Bloom on, and show the simple glee 
That dwells with those who dwell like thee; 
From noise, and glare, and folly driven, 
To thought, retirement, peace, and Heaven. 
Show them, in thine, the Christian’s lot, 
So dark and drear in worldly eyes; 
And yet he would exchange it not 
For all they most pursue and prize. 
From meaner cares and trammels free, 
He soars above the world, like thee; 
And fed and nurtured from above, 
Returns the debt in grateful love. 
Frail, like thyself, frail flower, is he, 
And beat by every storm and shower; 
Yet on a Rock he stands, like thee, 
And braves the tempest’s wildest power. 
And there he blooms and gathers still 
A good from every seeming ill; 
And pleased with what his lot has given, 
He lives to God, and looks to Heaven. 
