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THE LILY.
In rudest season frailest things
All timidly creep forth;
The very sweetest flower that springs
Is nurtur'd by the north.
All timidly creep forth;
The very sweetest flower that springs
Is nurtur'd by the north.
The rough north wind with tender heart
His pretty nurslings rears;
The poor affrighted buds to part
He shakes away their fears.
His pretty nurslings rears;
The poor affrighted buds to part
He shakes away their fears.
I am, O lily-shrinking flower,
The wilding wind that blows,
Intent, although my blossom cower,
Its petals to unclose.
The wilding wind that blows,
Intent, although my blossom cower,
Its petals to unclose.
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