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WA HEAR T’S-EASE, 
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Bi In gardens oft a beauteous flower there grows, Robs ¢ 
Hp By vulgar eyes unnoticed and unseen; Inall 
Hi In sweet serenity it humbly blows, Ag the 
Win And rears its purple head to deck the green. Wets 
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This flower, as nature’s poet sweetly sings, The p 
Was once milk-white, and heart’s ease was its a 
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Till wanton Cupid poised its roseate wings, tnd hore 
A vestal’s sacred bosom to inflame. 
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With treacherous aim the god his arrow drew, Not in 
Which she with icy coldness did repel lls sw 
Rebounding thence with featiery speed it flew, And 
‘Till on this lonely flower, at last, it fell. Amon 
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Heart’s-ease no mere the wandering shephere You la 
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No more the nymphs its snowy form possess; The i 
Its white now changed to purple by love ’s wound, That fteg 
Heart’s-ease no more,—’ tis love-in-idleness. 

