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THE POETRY OF FIX WERS. 
Fit symbol of imperial state, Tta in 
Their sceptre-seeming forms elate, A cea9 
And crowns of burnish’d gold. Wb 
As fro 
But not the less, sweet spring-tide’s flower, While 
Dost thou display the Maker’s power, Or' 
His skill and handy work, 
Our western valleys’ humbler child, Who 
Where, in green nook of woodland wild, Who 
Thy modest blossoms lurk. An 
And 
What though nor care nor art be thine, Age 
The loom to ply, the thread to twine, Bi 
Yet born to bloom and fade, 
Thee to a lovelier robe arrays, Om 
Than, e’en in Israel’s brightest days, Wis 
Her wealthiest kings artay’d. 
Stil 
Of thy twin-leaves the embower’d screen, To 
Which wraps thee in thy shroud of green; 1 
Thy Eden-breathing smell; 
Thy arch’d and purple-vested stem, 
Whence pendent many a pearly gem, *•' 
Displays a milk-white bell; 
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Instinct with life thy fibrous root, g 
Which sends from earth the ascending shoot, 
As rising from the dead, 
And fills thy veins with verdant juice, ^ 
Charged thy fair blossoms to produce, ] 
And berries scarlet red; 
