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 THE SONG OF THE CHRYSANTHEMUM.

AT last 1 have come to my throne.

No more, despised and unknown,

In gardens forlorn

My blossoms are born;

No more in some corner obscure

Do I drearily, sadly endure

The withering blight

Of neglect and of slight;

Oh, long have I waited and late,

For this fair and slow-coming fate,

Which the years have foretold

As they sighingly rolled.

Oh, long have I waited and lone;

But at last, on my blossomy throne,