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As we left the wood

We heard thee rushing o'er the farthest mead.

Here are Forget-me-nots.

Sweet Violets here.

All have unfolded since the day's decline.

Here are the blossoms gathered from the dell

Beside the waterfall—here the pale flower—

See! in its bosom—like a ruby gem,

Gleams undisturbed the precious mystic drop.

These various flowers I scatter o'er thy brow,