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 Let thoughts that change and fly, Sweet thoughts and swift, go by; More than all thought is here. More than all hope can forge or memory feign The life that in our eyes, Made out of love's life, lies, And flower‑like fed with love for sun and rain.

Twice royal in its root The sweet small olive‑shoot Here set in sacred earth; Twice dowered with glorious grace From either heaven‑born race First blended in its birth; Fair God or Genius of so fair an hour, For love of either name Twice crowned, with love and fame, Guard and be gracious to the fair‑named flower.