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Y OF FLOWERS, 


though your I fe is but a day, 
We grieve not at your swift decay ; 
Hl He, who smiles in your bright facea, 
l| Sends us more to take your places; 
’*Tis for this ye fade so soon, 
| That he may renew the boon: 
1 That kindness often may repeat 
These mute messages so sweet: 
That Love to plainer speech may get, 
Conning oft his alphabet; 
| That beauty may be rain’d from heaven, 
| New with every morn and even, 
With freshest fragrance sunrise greetings | 
Therefore are ye, flowers, so fleeting. 




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| TO THE SMALL CELANDINE, | 
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| i WORDSWORTH. | 
Pawnstss, lilies, king-cups, daisies, 1 
Let them live upon their praises ; 
| Long as there’s a sun that sets, 
| | Primroses will have their glory ; | 
Long as there are violets, || 
They will have a place in story: (| 
|] There’s a flower that shall be mine, 
| *Tis tke little Celandine. 



