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Flowers.—Pretty daughters of the Earth and Sun.
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What a desolate place would be a world without a flower! It would be a face without a smile—a feast without a welcome Are not flowers the stars of the earth? and are not the stars we see at night the flowers of heaven?
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It is my faith that every flower which blows
Enjoys the air it breathes.
—Wordsworth.
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How many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.