SNOWDROP. 
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Those who would sink, raised by that flower, 
They’ll look on it, then think of thee; 
And many a weary heart shall sing, 
The Snowdrop bringeth Hope and Spring. 
SNOWDROPS. 
SONNET. 
WORDSWORTH. 
When haughty expectations prostrate lie, 
And grandeur crouches like a guilty thing, 
Oft shall the lowly weak, till nature bring 
Mature release, in fair society 
Survive, and Fortune’s utmost anger try; 
Like these frail snowdrops that together cling 
And nod their helmets, smitten by the wing 
Of many a furious whirl-blast sweeping by. 
Observe the faithful flowers ! if small to great 
May lead the thoughts, thus struggling used to stand 
The Emathian phalanx, nobly obstinate; 
And so the bright immortal Theban band 
Whom onset, fiercely urged at Jove’s command, 
Might overwhelm but could not separate. 
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