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PVETRY OF FLOWERS. 
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The children in the meads 
String the buttercups like beads; 
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Come and hear the cuckoo sing, 





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With a trample on the turf, in the pleasant open 
Be not too wise to join them, but sport as well as 
Come and breathe the breath of Spring, 
of May. 
DAFFODILS. 
T WANDERED lonely as a cloud 
That floats on high o’er vales and hills, 
When all at once I saw a crowd, 
A host of golden daffodils, 
Beside the lake, beneath the trees, 
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. 
Continuous as the stars that shine 
And twinkle in the miiky-way, 
They stretched in never-ending line 
Along the margin of a bay. 
Ten thousand saw I at a glance, 
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance, 
And gild your life’s October with the memories 













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