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The Heliotrope.
There is a flower whose modest eye
Is turned with looks of light and love,
Who breathes her softest, sweetest sigh,
Whene'er the sun is bright above.
Is turned with looks of light and love,
Who breathes her softest, sweetest sigh,
Whene'er the sun is bright above.
Let clouds obscure, or darkness veil,
Her fond idolatry is fled,
Her sighs no more their sweets exhale,
The loving eye is cold and dead.
Her fond idolatry is fled,
Her sighs no more their sweets exhale,
The loving eye is cold and dead.
Canst thou not trace a moral here,
False flatterer of the prosperous hour?
Let but an adverse cloud appear,
And thou art faithless as the flower.
False flatterer of the prosperous hour?
Let but an adverse cloud appear,
And thou art faithless as the flower.
Song of the Grass.
Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
By the dusty roadside,
On the sunny hill-side,
Close by the noisy brook,
In every shady nook,
I come, creeping, creeping everywhere.
By the dusty roadside,
On the sunny hill-side,
Close by the noisy brook,
In every shady nook,
I come, creeping, creeping everywhere.
In the noisy city street,
My pleasant face you'll meet,
Cheering the sick at heart,
Toiling his busy part,
Silently creeping, creeping everywhere.
My pleasant face you'll meet,
Cheering the sick at heart,
Toiling his busy part,
Silently creeping, creeping everywhere.
You cannot see me coming,
Nor hear my low sweet humming;
For in the starry night,
And the glad morning light,
I come, quietly creeping everywhere.
Nor hear my low sweet humming;
For in the starry night,
And the glad morning light,
I come, quietly creeping everywhere.
When you're numbered with the dead
In your still and narrow bed,
In the happy spring I'll come,
And deck your silent home,
Creeping, silently creeping everywhere.
In your still and narrow bed,
In the happy spring I'll come,
And deck your silent home,
Creeping, silently creeping everywhere.
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