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AJ} weak and wan with head inclined, y 
]ts parent breast the drifted snow, 
It trembles, while the ruthless wind \ 
Bends its slim form ; the tempest lowers, 
Its emerald eye drops crystal showers 
On its cold bed below. 
Where’er I find thee, gentle flower, 
Thou still art sweet and dear to me' 
For I-have known the cheerless hour, 0 
Have seen the sunbeams cold and pale, 
Have felt the chilling wintry gale, 
And wept and shrunk, like thee ! 
an HE SH 
DAFFODILS. , 
Mn viol 
Farr Daffodils, we weep to see at gra 
You haste away so soon; Mithin.y 
As yet the early rising sun ith i 
Has not attained his noon: Wind 
Stay, stay That Dla 
Until the hastening day Ly he 
Has run th ora i 
But to the even-song, oe 
And, having pray’d together, we then 
Will go with vou along. We 
1, Wear 
Mery 
