THE POETRY OF FLOWERS, 
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u In thanks for all the good 
By poets understood— 
For the sound of seraphs moving 
Through the hidden depths of loving ? 
“ For sights of things away, 
Through fissures of the clay,— 
Promised things, which shall be given 
And sung ever up in heaven ! 
“ For life, so lonely vain, 
For death, which breaks the chain,—' 
For this sense of present sweetness, 
And this yearning to completeness!” 
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