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THE DESERT FLOWER.
It seemed as if some tender friend,
Beloved in childhood's day,
A murmur through those leaves did send,
A smile to cheer his way:
And fervently a prayer for those
In his own distant bower,
Like incense from his heart uprose
Beside that Desert Flower.
For thus do Nature's hallowed charms
Man's softened soul inspire,
As to the infant in her arms
The mother points its sire.
