THE WEE FLOWER. 
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To open its cups sealed up in the dew, 
And spread out its leaves o’ the yellow and 
blue. 
When the winds were still, and the sun 
rode high. 
And the clear mountain stream ran v/im- 
plin* by, 
When the wee birds sang, and the wilder¬ 
ness bee 
Was floating awa’, like a clud ower the sea, 
This bonnie wee flower was blooming un¬ 
seen— 
The sweet child of summer—in its rockely 
green. 
And when the night clud grew dark on the 
plain. 
When the stars were out, and the moon in 
the wane, 
When the bird and the bee had gane to rest, 
And the dews of the night the green earth 
pressed, 
This bonnie wee flower lay smiling asleep, 
Like a beautiful pearl in the dark green deep. 
And when autumn came, and the summer 
had passed, 
And the wan leaves were strewn on the 
swirling blast, 
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