Long as there's a sun that sets,
Primroses will have their glory,
Long as there are violets,
They will have a place in story:
There's a flower that shall be mine
'Tis the little celandine.
Comfort have thou of thy merit,
Kindly, unassuming spirit1
Careless of thy neighbourhood,
thou dost show thy pleasant face
On the moor and in the wood,
In the lane,-there's not a place
Howsoever mean it be,
But 'tis good enough for thee.
William Wordsworth
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