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TRIFLES.

Little streamlet, murmur
 On thy quiet way,—
Down in lowland meadows
 Kiss the crowfoot gay;
Refresh the thirsty cattle,
 Cool the reaper's brow,—
Lave the hazel bushes
 Which the ripe nuts bow,—
All thy course with humble gifts,
 Little stream, endow.

Red-lipped, blushing daisy,
 Pride will pass thee by,—
But thy modest sweetness
 Draws the thoughtful eye;
Cast thy fragrant odors
 On the soft south breeze,
Touch the brow of beauty,
 Scent the clover seas,—
Make a feast of honey
 For the toiling bees.

White cloud, sail the azure,
 'Mid the crystal stars,—
Drop thy graceful shadow
 Through the amber bars;