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 80 And, grateful for all good, with thee incline

To love the best the flower they have not seen!

brought you some flowers, mother!

Please look at them, mother, look!

See this one!—and here's another

I found beside the brook!

They're very warm, for I held them tight;

You'll want them, I know, to keep,

When they wake again and you see them right,—

But now they're all asleep.