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The families of orchids, they are the strangest clan, with spots and twists resembling a bee, or fly, or man; And some are in the hot-house, and some in foreign lands, But Early Purple Orchis in English pasture stands.
He loves the grassy hill-top, he breathes the April air; He knows the baby rabbits, he knows the Easter hare, The nesting of the skylarks, the bleat of lambkins too, The cowslips, and the rainbow, the sunshine, and the dew.
O orchids of the hot-house, what miles away you are! O flaming tropic orchids, how far, how very far! |
