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The milkworth’s pink and barley’s gold and green, Twined with the purple of the wilding pansies, Shall be our wreath;--sweet as an old romance is With pale blue eyes of some fair fairy-queen,-- Let the frail bluet in our wreath be seen; And of mauve leaves and leafy loveliness, And cool, green moss and ferns shall be our dress. Let us go forth, arrayed as is the morning, With psalteries of praise, to the adorning Of loveliness!