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"The daffodil may dress in gold
Bedecked with gems of dew;
The columbine, in colors bold,
May flaunt her charms to view.
The dog-rose and the pimpernel
In wayside nooks may start-
A sweeter flower blooms in the dell-
The modest bleeding-heart.
The buttercup may tempt the bee,
And violets dot the hill;
The summer gentian, fair to see,
May blossom by the rill,
But yet no flower the poet sings
Such tender thoughts impart,
As this sweet nursling of the spring,
The modest bleeding-heart."
- Helen Whitney Clark
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