The Black-bird/The Mountain Flower

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4515405The Black-bird — The Mountain FlowerAnonymous

The Mountain-Flower.

My Love can boast a sweeter flow'r
Than can be seen in cultur’d bow'r,
Where gently falls the summer show'r
Upon the opening blossom.
This early flow'r on mountain’s side,
Bedecks the slope where streamlets glide,
In haste to meet the ocean’s tide,
Which guards its native shore.

I love to seek the Primrose pale,
That bends before the vernal gale,
Which softly breathes along the vale,
When winter’s storm is o’er.
In Primrose pale I sometimes trace
The sweetness of my Lucy’s face,
The tender heart, that stamps the grace
That blooms when roses wither.

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