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the sylph and the flowers.
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Its drooping head she lifted,
As if by soft wind's swell,
And whispered, "Thou art gifted,
I charm thee with a spell.
In garden or in wild wood,
Where e'er thy sweet gems spring,
The golden days of childhood
From memory's waste thou'lt bring.

"The eye of age shall glisten
As it meets thy gentle bloom,
And the heart to tones will listen
Long hush'd within the tomb.
Life's guileless revelations
It will thine be to impart;
And all pure associations
With the primrose time of heart."

"Stay, yet, thou gentle spirit,"
Rose like the breeze's sigh,
"Let me also inherit
Some charm that will not die;
And let earth's sons relate it,
Of my useful merits tell,"
And a fragile stem prostrated
To the earth its pale blue bell.

"Great and varied be thy mission,
Useful to the child of earth;
Change of name and of position
Shall attend thee from thy birth,