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FAIRY GRATITUDE.
Dew-drops are fairy coin,—Dost see, my child,Yon drooping hare-bell with its slender stem
Glittering so brightly? Yester-eve be sure
A fairy slept within its folded leaves,
And left, for payment of its night's repose,
Yon sparkling fret-work on the purple dome
That shelter'd it.
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