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Found Solitary Among the Hills.
/ I. O pansy-violet, / With early April wet, / How frail and pure you look / Lost in this glow-worm nook / Of heaven-holding hills: / Down which the hurrying rills / Fling scrolls of melodies: / O'er which the birds and bees / Weave gossamers of song, / Invisible, but strong: / Sweet music webs they spin / To snare the spirit in.