第251章 A PARABLE.

I PICKED a rustic nosegay lately, And bore it homewards, musing greatly;When, heated by my hand, I found The heads all drooping tow'rd the ground.

I plac'd them in a well-cool'd glass, And what a wonder came to pass The heads soon raised themselves once more.

The stalks were blooming as before, And all were in as good a case As when they left their native place.

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So felt I, when I wond'ring heard My song to foreign tongues transferr'd.

1828.

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