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The Statue of Flora, On the grounds of R. Brookhouse Esq, Washington Street.
Still gazing on thy wreath of carved flowers,A sight of beauty to the passing throng!
Thou tellest of the Summer's blooming bowers,
As to the mart, or court they haste along.
And though perchance absorbed in thoughts of gain,
But few admire thy flowers, or form of grace;
Yet not upon the street thou standst in vain!
Still on some heart thou may'st thine image trace,
Recalling to the mind youth's early day;
When hills and fields so oft he wandered o'er,
When Nature o'er his soul acquired her sway,
And every scene bright hues of beauty wore;
And the stern man was once a playful boy,
Whom e'en the smallest flower could thrill with joy!
Poem No. 438; c. 28 April 1863
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