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The unpretentious flowers of the woods,     That rise in bright and banded brotherhoods,     Waving us welcome, and with kisses sweet     Laying their lives down underneath our feet,     Lesson my soul more than the tomes of man,     Packed with the lore of ages, ever can,     In love and truth, hope and humility,     And such unselfishness as to the bee,     Lifting permissive petals dripping nard,     Yields every sweet up, asking no reward.     The many flowers of wood and field and stream,     Filling our hearts with wonder and with dream,     That know no ceremony, yet that are     Attended of such reverence as that star     That punctual point of flame, which, to our eyes,     Leads on the vast procession of the skies,     Sidereal silver, glittering in the west     Compels, assertive of heaven's loveliest.     Where may one find suggestion simpler set     Than in the radius of a violet?     Or more authentic loveliness than glows     In the small compass of a single rose?     Or more of spiritual thought than perfumes from     The absolute purity of a lily-bloom?