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And yet more cold and dull the heart, 
To which these no feelings of joy impait ; 
Which no tribute of thanks or praise can bring, 
For the blessings pour’d forth with returning 
Spring. 
Tau Flowers, the Flowers, the sweet and gent.e 
Flowers ! 
Smiling o’er the sunny bank, or drooping o’er 
the streams, 
They speak to us of greenwood bowers, of burst- 
ing buds, of whispering showers, 
Andstealupon thememory, like childhood’s starry 
dreams. 
The Speedwell on the old ditch side, the yellow 
Primrose by its side ; 
The Violet, like a fair young bride, with eyes of 
starry blue ; 
The crimson Arum gleaming far, the wild Straw- 
berry’s silver star ; 
Phe Pimperncl, with flowexet small, and crimson- 
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