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And here in carelessness it fell,
Unknown to mortal eyes,
In solitude its tale to tell,
And blossom to the skies.
It may be, thus thou sprang from earth,
Immersed in morning dew ;
A sun-ray waited on thy birth.
Rejoicing as thou grew.
The balmy winds, the vernal showers,
Thy guardian sx^irits were ;
They cherished all thy early hours,
Till summer saw thee fair.
Child of the dreary waste, thou ne'er
Sought vain man's shelt'ring hand,
And yet thou added to our sphere
Thy bloom of beauty bland.
Like modesty within its veil.
Which few uplift to praise.
Thou scented noon's refreshing gale
Through autumn's pleasant days.
Bloom on, sweet flower, and may no foe
With malice snap thy stem.
But let thee withering die, or grow,
A heaven-created gem.

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