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i init The broad leaves spread, the small buds grew 


| How slow they seem’d to be! 
eit At last there came a tinge of blue, 
Hy | *T was worth the world to me! 
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At length the perfume fill’d the room, let, wildi 
Shed from their purple wreath ; For y 
No flower has now so rich a bloom, Then the 
Has now so sweet a breath. 
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I gather’d two or three—they seem’d 
Such rich gifts to bestow ! Like t 
So precious in my sight, I deem’d 
That all must think them so. ive you 
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Ah! who is there but would be fain 
To be a child once more; _ And 9 
If future years could bring again Mile the 
All that they brought before ? 
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My heart’s world has been Icng o’erthrown; 

It is no more of flowers; Made 
Their bloom is pass’d, their breath is flown ; 
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Yet I recall those hours. Bee 
‘ : Of old 
set nature spread her loveliest, There 
By spring or summer nurst: 
Yet still I love the violet best, Ihen 1 
. Because I loved it first. fe 
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