W ALL-FLO vVER. 
119 
Oh, there appears a generous scorn 
Of all requital in its choice! 
The thousand flowers that earth adorn, 
In earth’s exuberant stores rejoice. 
It only asks the freshening dew, 
Imparting all where nought is given — 
Raised above earth, as if it drew 
Its only nutriment from heaven. 
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