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THE MYSTERY OF FLOWERS.
Not idly do I stray
At prime, where far the mountain ridges run,
And note, along my way,
Each flower that opens in the early sun;
Or gather blossoms by the valley's spring,
When the sun sets and dancing insects sing.
At prime, where far the mountain ridges run,
And note, along my way,
Each flower that opens in the early sun;
Or gather blossoms by the valley's spring,
When the sun sets and dancing insects sing.
Each has her moral rede,
Each of the gentle family of flowers;
And I with patient heed,
Oft spell their lessons in my graver hours.
The faintest streak that on a petal lies,
May speak instruction to initiate eyes.
Cummington, 1840.
Each of the gentle family of flowers;
And I with patient heed,
Oft spell their lessons in my graver hours.
The faintest streak that on a petal lies,
May speak instruction to initiate eyes.
And well do poets teach
Each blossom's charming mystery; declare,
In clear melodious speech,
The silent admonitions pencilled there;
And from the Love of Beauty, aptly taught,
Lead to a higher good, the willing thought.
Each blossom's charming mystery; declare,
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The silent admonitions pencilled there;
And from the Love of Beauty, aptly taught,
Lead to a higher good, the willing thought.
Roslyn, 1875.
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