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FLOWERS.

are they not the stars of earth? Doth not

Our memory of their bright and varied forms

Wind back to childhood's days of guileless sport,

When these familiar friends of later years

"A beauty and a mystery" remained?

And were they not to infant eyes more dear

E'en than their starry kindred? For one glance

Of wondering love we lifted to the vault

Of the o'er orbèd sky, have we not bent

Full many a gaze of pleased affection down

To the green field, starred over with its hosts

Of daisies, countless as the blades of grass,