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For its unpretending beauty,
 Gentle lady, you will prize;
Trifles cheer the path of duty,
 Often in them magic lies;
Nature with her quiet teaching
 Offers her perpetual balm,
To our hearts alway beseeching
 All to sing their simple psalm.

Lady, pardon; may the pleasure
 Which it gave me while I wove
Be imparted in full measure
 From this quiet, lovely grove;
Go, fair wreath, to halls of splendor,
 From a donor's hand unknown;
If a smile of love you render,
 Then your power I'll joy to own.

You may deck some wall or statue
 With your amaranthine bloom;
Or perchance, alas, in sorrow
 Laid upon some loved one's tomb:
Now adieu to stream and mountain,
 Song and bird and greenwood bower;
Rock and wreath and gushing fountain
 All must own your thrilling power.