The finest flower beneath the sky
& like to thee lives many a swain
With Genius blest—but like to thee
So humble lowly mean & plain
No one will notice them nor me
So like to thee they live unknown
Wild weeds obscure—& like to thee
Their sweets are sweet to them alone
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