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THE TULIP AND EGLANTINE.
The Tulip call'd to the Eglantine:
“Good neighbour, I hope you see
How the throngs that visit the garden come
To pay their respects to me:
The florist admires my elegant robe,
And praises its rainbow ray,
Till it seems as if through his raptured eyes
He was gazing his soul away.”
“Good neighbour, I hope you see
How the throngs that visit the garden come
To pay their respects to me:
The florist admires my elegant robe,
And praises its rainbow ray,
Till it seems as if through his raptured eyes
He was gazing his soul away.”
“It may be so,” said the Eglantine;
“In a humble nook I dwell,
And what is passing among the great
I cannot know so well;
But they speak of me as the flower of Love,
And that low, whisper'd name,
Is dearer to me and my infant buds
Than the loudest breath of fame.”
“In a humble nook I dwell,
And what is passing among the great
I cannot know so well;
But they speak of me as the flower of Love,
And that low, whisper'd name,
Is dearer to me and my infant buds
Than the loudest breath of fame.”
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