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POETRY OF FLOWERS. 16] 
Up, then ! and cheerfully, 
Trust me, there lies, 
Much that is beautiful— 
"Neath the broad skies ! 
Go on Life’s pilgrimage, 
Hand lock’d in hand, 
A hopeful—a jubilant, 
Brotherly band, 
Looking for Flowers ! 
’ 
CRY OF THE SPRING FLOWER 
SELLER. 
VioL=Ts, violets—here, see, I bring; 
Primroses, wet from the woods of the spring ; 
Lilies, the whitest that silver our vallies ; 
Come out from your courts, from the gloom of 
your alleys— 
Buy my flowers! 
Here’s pleasures a selling !_ my blossoms come 
buy— 
Cheap enough for the low, choice enough for the 
high— 
Buy my flowers! 
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