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SOLITUDE. The fragrance of a lonely flower
 * Make glad the wilderness?

Ye golden hours of Life's young spring,
 * Of innocence, of love and truth!

Bright, beyond all imagining,
 * Thou fairy-dream of youth!

I'd give all wealth that years have piled,
 * The slow result of Life's decay,

To be once more a little child
 * For one bright summer-day.

March 16, 1853.

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