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Like lightly utter’d careless words,
Wounding the heart’s half-broken chords,

Woe for the Aspen tree—and woe
 For hearts too finely strung,
The tempest wind shall round them blow,
 And heart—and branch, be wrung;
The storm’s dread wing shall o’er them sweep,
 And bow them to the blast,
While each must early learn, to weep
 The hopes that could not last:
The bosom’s sensibility,
Is pictured in the Aspen tree.

The little Blue Bell lifts its head
 The Amaryllis beside,
Emblems, upon their grassy bed,
 Of Lowliness and Pride,—
Bright as the summer’s bluest cloud,
 Each opening Bell appears,
The sun, that gilds the floweret proud,
 Its humble blossom cheers;
Sweeter the Blue Bell’s lowly mien,
Than Pride, in dazzling radiance seen.

The variegated Columbine
 Hangs its bright head to earth,
As half ashamed the sun should shine
 Upon its place of birth;