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The COWSLIP.
O'ER the verdant mead reclining,
With the morning's dew-drops shining,
I the fertile moisture sip,
Sweet as fair Melissa's lip.
With the morning's dew-drops shining,
I the fertile moisture sip,
Sweet as fair Melissa's lip.
Or the purling streamlet courting,
As adown some valley sporting,
Humid treasures it supplies,
Sparkling like Melissa's eyes.
As adown some valley sporting,
Humid treasures it supplies,
Sparkling like Melissa's eyes.
Nature's bounties thus collected,
Those that want are ne'er rejected;
But my sweets are ever free,
To reward the toilsome bee.
Those that want are ne'er rejected;
But my sweets are ever free,
To reward the toilsome bee.
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