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 whose sees this little flower
By faith may clear behold
The Bobolinks around the throne
And Dandelions gold.
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