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SELECT POEMS ON LOVE FOR. FLOWERS. 
WILD FLOWERS. 
Beautiful children of the woods and 
fields! 
That bloom by mountain streamlets ’mid 
the heather, 
Or into clusters ’neath the hazels gather— 
Or where by hoary rocks you make your 
bields, 
And sweetly flourish on through summer 
weather— 
I love ye all! 
Beautiful flowers ! to me ye fresher seem 
From the Almighty hand that fashioned 
all, 
Than those that flourish by a garden-wall; 
And I can image you, as in a dream. 
Fair, modest maidens, nursed in hamlets 
small— 
I love ye all! 
Beautiful gems ! that on the brovt' of earth 
Are fixed as in a queenly diadem: 
