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poppy grows on the roof-top, The iris flowers on the grave; Hope in the heart of a lover, And fear in the heart of a slave.

The opal lies in the river, The pearl in the ocean's breast; Doubt in a grieving bosom, And faith in a heart at rest.

Fireflies dance in the moon-light, Peach-leaves dance in the wind; Dreams and delicate fancies Dance thro' a poet's mind.

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