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POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
WILD FLOWERS. 
ii. 
Wild flowers, 
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I love right well, 
To visit where ye dwell, 
On mountain, valley, or in woody bowers, 
■Whether coquetting with garish sun, 
Or weeping dewy tears ’neath evening's shadows dun. 
By what name 
Botanic ye are known, 
I care not; you’re the same— 
In glory garmented—each in your own ; 
And God’s benignant mercy to his creatures 
Speaks out in all your fascinating features. 
Since young years, 
My soul’s full love ye share; 
And, treading where yo are, 
My heart grows bigger, and shakes off its tears; 
Sisters of beauty, earth’s most radiant stars! 
Shining forth side by side, unconscious of man’s jars. 
In summer weather 
Close nestling cheek to cheek, 
So modest, and so meek, 
Like loving hearts partaking all together; 
The shade, in sunshine, in your common lot; 
You’re all remembered, or you’re all forgot. 
