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As if some little Arctic flower, / Upon the polar hem, / Went wandering down the latitudes, / Until it puzzled came / To continents of summer, / To firmaments of sun, / To strange, bright crowds of flowers, / And birds of foreign tongue! / I say, as if this little flower / To Eden wandered in -- / What then? Why, nothing, only, / Your inference therefrom!