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Bloom, beloved Flower!⁠—

Unknown;⁠—’tis no matter.

Courts glitter brief hour,

Crowds can but flatter.

Plants in the garden

See best the Sun’s glory;

They miss the green sward in

A conservatory.

—prized where’er known.⁠—

Sure this is a blessing,

Outrings the loud tone

Of the dull world’s caressing.