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Tribute to our Teacher.
Beneath thick shrubs,
Where dark leaves spread,
A budded flower
Once raised its head—
Not a gleam of sunshine,
Not a drop of dew,
To make the buds bloom,
Could find its way through.
Where dark leaves spread,
A budded flower
Once raised its head—
Not a gleam of sunshine,
Not a drop of dew,
To make the buds bloom,
Could find its way through.
But a gardener came
Where the pale buds lay,
And he plucked the shrubs
And dark leaves away;
Then the bright flower breathed
Its sweets on the air,
As though it would thank
The kind gardener's care.
Where the pale buds lay,
And he plucked the shrubs
And dark leaves away;
Then the bright flower breathed
Its sweets on the air,
As though it would thank
The kind gardener's care.
The young mind thus,
In the world's cold shade,
Dark errors round,
Would pine and fade;—
But the Teacher comes
And the gloom is riven,
And our hearts expand
In the light of heaven.
In the world's cold shade,
Dark errors round,
Would pine and fade;—
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And the gloom is riven,
And our hearts expand
In the light of heaven.
A monitor
The flower shall be—
My own dark mind
In the bud I see—
My Teacher's care
In its opening bloom—
And my gratitude
In its sweet perfume.
The flower shall be—
My own dark mind
In the bud I see—
My Teacher's care
In its opening bloom—
And my gratitude
In its sweet perfume.
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