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The Wild Honey-Suckle

Written by: Philip Freneau | Biography
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 Fair flower, that dost so comely grow,
Hid in this silent, dull retreat,
Untouched thy honied blossoms blow,
Unseen thy little branches greet;
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No roving foot shall crush thee here, .
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No busy hand provoke a tear.
By Nature's self in white arrayed, She bade thee shun the vulgar eye, And planted here the gaurdian shade, And sent soft waters murmuring by; .
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Thus quietly thy summer goes, .
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Thy days declinging to repose.
Smit with those charms, that must decay, I grieve to see your future doom; They died--nor were those flowers more gay, The flowers that did in Eden bloom; .
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Unpitying frosts, and Autumn's power .
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Shall leave no vestige of this flower.
From morning suns and evenign dews At first thy little being came: If nothing once, you nothing lose, For when you die you are the same; .
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The space between, is but an hour, .
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The frail duration of a flower.



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