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THE HELIOTROPE AND THE SNOWDROP.
That flower, in scented garments fine,
Came first from regions of the mine,
And soon its worth is told:—
Oppressive in its rich pretence,
Its very sweetness hath a sense
Analogous to gold.
Came first from regions of the mine,
And soon its worth is told:—
Oppressive in its rich pretence,
Its very sweetness hath a sense
Analogous to gold.
A thing of luxury, worldly-wise!
A true sun-worshipper, whose eyes
Pursue the God of Day:—
But if a cloud deface his beam,
'Twill drop its cunning lids, and seem
A worshipper of clay.
A true sun-worshipper, whose eyes
Pursue the God of Day:—
But if a cloud deface his beam,
'Twill drop its cunning lids, and seem
A worshipper of clay.
Begone, thou type of summer friends!
The flower that winter's death-bed tends
Give me, in spite of scorn!
Begone, Peruvian Heliotrope!
Give me the snow-born Flower of Hope,
The Flower of Hope forlorn.
The flower that winter's death-bed tends
Give me, in spite of scorn!
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Give me the snow-born Flower of Hope,
The Flower of Hope forlorn.
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