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FOX-GLOVE. 
Pronounce him blest, my muse, whom wisdom guides 
In her own path to her own heavenly seat; 
Through all the storms his soul securely glides, 
Nor can the tempest, nor the tides 
That rise and roar around, supplant his steady feet. 
WATTS. 
THE FOX-GLOVE. 
Explore the fox-glove’s freckled bell. 
MRS. CHARLOTTE SMITH. 
The light down which covers the stalks of this plant, 
induced the poets to make it the emblem of youth. 
Youth, ah stay, prolong delight, 
Close thy pinions stretch’d for flight; 
Youth disdaining silver hairs, 
Autumn’s frowns, and winter’s cares, 
Dwell’st thou but in dimple sleek. 
In vernal smiles, and summer’s cheek ? 
On spring’s ambrosial lap thy hands unfold, 
They blossom fresh with hope, and all thy touch is gold 
LOVIBONl). 
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