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[VI. Green herbs and flowers new opening, ye have known]
Green herbs and flowers new opening, ye have knownThe soft hand that once gathered you, and made
Of your bright leaves and tender stalks a braid,
To crown those angel looks, which long have flown.
Ere the warm wind from off the sea had blown,
And waked the sleeping buds among the bowers,
She loved to pluck the pale and soft-eyed flowers
Of tint so purely fading, like her own.
These were her chosen woodlands, where she paid
The tribute of her spirit to the Power
Whose voice is heard in every wind that blows,
Whose tears descend in every vernal shower,
And as they trickle through the mantling shade,
A stream of life and love and beauty flows.
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