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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 

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2 sprinkled bri water from the stream 
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On those that were faint with the sunny beam; 
And out of the cups of the heavy flowers 
She emptied the rain of the thunder showers. 


ted their heads with i her tender h ae | 
Le Set them with rods and osier bar 
- the flowers had been her 1 infants, she {| 
If the flowers | een her own infants, Fe! 
Could never have nursed them more tenderly. 
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And all killing insects and gnawing worms, 
And eae of obscene and unlovely forms, 
She bore in a basket of Indian woof. 
Into the ek woods far aloof. 

In a basket, of grasses and wild flowers full, 
The freshest her gentle hands could pull 
Fr the poor banish’d insects, whose intent, || 
Although they did ill, was innocent. || 
\| But the bee and the beam-like ephemeris, | 
W hose path is the lightning’s and soft moths taat } 
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The sweet lips ot the flowers, and harm not, did 
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Make hor attendani angels be. || 



