We should not mind so small a flower - Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again - So spicy her Carnations nod - So drunken reel her Bees - So silver, steal a hundred Flutes From out a hundred trees - That whoso sees this little flower By faith, may clear behold The Bobolinks around the throne And Dandelions gold. Emilie '
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