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On Some Beautiful Crocuses
In Front of the House of B. H. Silsbee, Esq.
Fair flowers! that open to the April sunYour beauteous petals, purple, white, and gold,—
We joy with you that winter's race is run,
And gone its months of barrenness and cold.
There breathes around us now a softer air;
In frequent showers descends the quickening rain,
That doth the frozen earth for man prepare,
That he may sow for food the fruitful grain.
Not vain your beauty, though no outward good
You minister to man, and quickly die;
You fill his soul with hope, with heavenly food,
And higher wants than those of earth supply,
Long may you bloom, with each returning year,
The passer-by with pleasant looks to cheer!
Poem No. 109; date unknown
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