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Poem by Ebenezer Elliott
To the Bramble Flower
Thy fruit full well the schoolboy knows, Wild bramble of the brake! So put thou forth thy small white rose; I love it for his sake. Thou woodbines flaunt and roses glow O'er all the fragrant bowers, Thou need'st not be ashamed to show Thy satin-threaded flowers; For dull the eye, the heart is dull, That cannot feel how fair, Amid all beauty beautiful, Thy tender blossoms are! How delicate thy gauzy frill! How rich thy branchy stem! How soft thy voice when woods are still, And thou sing'st hymns to them; While silent showers are falling slow, And 'mid the gen'ral hush! A sweet air lifts the little bough, Lone whispering through the bush! The primrose to the grave is gone; The hawthorn flower is dead; The violet by the moss'd gray stone Hath laid her weary head; But thou, wild bramble! back dost bring In all their beauteous power, The fresh green days of life's fair spring, And boyhood's bloss'my hour. Scorn'd bramble of the brake! once more Thou bidd'st me be a boy, To gad with thee the woodlands o'er, In freedom and in joy.
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