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POETRY OF FLOWERS, 
Sweetly o’er the scene 
While the sky serene 
Is a blue and a spotless dome. 
Let us wander ’mong the flowers 
That adorn sweet Nature’s bowers 3 
How fair they are seen, 
*Mid the leafy green, 
In the summer’s gladsome hours! 
Night their buds of varied hue 
Bends ’neath drops of crystal dew 5 
They drop their meek heads 
Till the pearly beads 
Fly fast from the day-god’s view. 
A life ’mong the flowers for me! 
From the noise of men’s haunts free 
Neath the waving trees, 
In the cooling breeze, 
Would my spirit love to be, 
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