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The Same
Much they admire the wild flowers scattered wide,Their gorgeous asters, purple, white, and blue,
The golden rod that fringed the river's side,
And the wild rose on every side that grew.
To each new object, bird, or flower, or tree,
They give the old and fond-remembered name;
And, though but slight resemblance there may be,
Called by the self-same word, they seem the same.
Another robin-red breast here they find,
Their morn and evening meals with them to share,
They teach their children to it to be kind,
And oft, in winter, crumbs for it to spare;
For not mere creatures of the earth we live,
But to each scene ideal life we give.
Poem No. 332; c. 1878–80
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