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Thy parent*sun, who bade thee view 
Pale skies, and chilling moisture sip, 
Has bathed thee in his own bright hue, 
And streaked with jet thy glowing lip. 
Yet slight thy form, and low thy seat, 
And earthward beat thy gentle eye, 
Unapt the passii ng view to meet, 
When loftier doo are flaunting nich. 
oO oD 
Oft, in the sunless April day, 
Thy early smile has stay ed m y walk; 
‘ Bui ‘midst the gorgeous bl uae of May, 
I passed thee on thy humble stalk. 
So th Ley who climb to wealth 
. The friends in darker fortunes tried, 
I copied them,— but I regret 
Thag I should ape the ways of pride. 
And when again the genial hour 
Awakes the Soresge se tribes of light, 
ae I'll not o’erlook the mode: a flower 
) That made the woods of April bright. 
j Bryant. 
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We LJOLETY. 
. T know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, 
| Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows: 
. Quite over-canopied with ish woodbine, 
. With sweet musk-roses and with eglantino. 
; SHAKSPELE, 
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