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Rh For many a dark, unlovely form,
 * Hath a kind heart dwelling there;

No more o'er the green and pleasant earth,
 * Lonely and poor, shalt thou roam,

For a loving friend hast thou found in me,
 * And rest in my little home."

Then, deep in its quiet mossy bed,
 * Sheltered from sun and shower,

The grateful worm spun its winter tomb,
 * In the shadow of the flower.

And Clover guarded well its rest,
 * Till Autumn's leaves were sere,

Till all her sister flowers were gone,
 * And her winter sleep drew near.

Then her withered leaves were softly spread
 * O'er the sleeping worm below,

Ere the faithful little flower lay
 * Beneath the winter snow.

Spring came again, and the flowers rose
 * From their quiet winter graves,

And gaylygaily [sic] danced on their slender stems,
 * And sang with the rippling waves.

Softly the warm winds kissed their cheeks;
 * Brightly the sunbeams fell,

As, one by one, they came again
 * In their summer homes to dwell.

And little Clover bloomed once more,
 * Rosy, and sweet, and fair,

And patiently watched by the mossy bed,
 * For the worm still slumbered there.