Ambition, and Other Poems/Wild Blossoms

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Wild Blossoms
No lilies all for milk, Nor roses rich in blood,Can settle my best thoughts To browse in solitude.But where the daisy grows, Primrose and violet,In their first happy state, No mortal hand has set:Where these wild blossoms grow All in the grass and moss—I'll raise my hand, O Lord, With a sign of the Cross.
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