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Darlings of the forest! Blossoming alone When Earth's grief is sorest For her last snow-drift melts your tender buds have blown. - Rose Terry Cooke, Trailing Arbutus Now the tender, sweet arbutus, Trail's her blossom-clustered vines, And the many-fingered cinquefoil In the shadow hollow twines. - Dora Read Goodale Pure and perfect, sweet arbutus Twines her rosy-tinted wreath. - Elaine Goodale (Mrs. Charles A. Eastman), The First Flowers The shy little Mayflower weaves her nest, But the south wind sighs o'er the fragment loam, And betrays the path to her woodland home. - Mrs. Sarah Helen Power Whitman, The Waking of the Heart
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