! Hail, Sabbath, thee I hail!—the poor mans day;The pale mechanic now has leave to breatheThe morning air, pure from the citys smoke.While wandering slowly up the river side.He meditates on Him whose power he marksIn each green tree, that proudly spreads the boughAs in the tiny dew-bent flowers…
Flower language · Flowers in literature · Emblems
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