So pure, and yet so sweet,
It puzzles e'en philologists
Who in wise council meet.
But long ago their lore I learned;
And, were they quenched above,
One star would still be left to me, -
The star of faithful love.
III.THE WILD-FLOWER.IN the woods I strayed;
What brought me there
I did not know,
Nor did I care.
In the shade I spied,
Of heavenly hue,
A little flower,
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