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POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
Little hardy flowers, 
Like to children poor 
Playing in their sturdy health 
By their mother’s door; 
Purple with the north wind, 
Yet alert and bold ; 
Fearing not and caring not, 
Though they be a-cold. 
What to to them is weather ? 
What are stormy showers ? 
Buttercups and Daisies 
Are these human flowers ? 
He who gave them hardship, 
And a life of care, 
Gave them likewise hardy strength, 
And patient hearts, to bear. 
Welcome, yellow Buttercups, 
Welcome, Daisies white, 
Ye are in my spirit, 
Visioned a delight! 
Coming ere the spring-time, 
Of sunny hours to tell— 
Speaking to our hearts of Ilim 
Who doeth all things well. 
