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The Wind-Flower
Thou lookest up with meek, confiding eyeUpon the clouded smile of April's face,
Unharmed, though Winter stands uncertain by,
Eyeing with jealous glance each opening grace.
Thou trustest wisely! in thy faith arrayed,
More glorious thou than Israel's wisest King;
Such faith was his, whom men to death betrayed;
As thine who hear'st the timid voice of Spring,
While other flowers still hide them from her call,
Along the river's brink, and meadow bare;
Thee will I seek beside the stony wall,
And in thy trust with childlike heart would share,
O'erjoyed, that in thy early leaves I find
A lesson taught by Him, who loved all human kind.
Poem No. 684; c. 23 December 1837
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