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To A White Hollyhock Post by :Nevidia Category :Poems Author :Sarah S. Mower Date :November 2011 Read :3263

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To A White Hollyhock

Sweet plant, so fair, so pure thy blossoms look,
I almost fancy that some angel, from
His wing the feathers plucked, and of them, at
The twilight hour, thy snowy petals made.
But fancy leads astray. Not one of all
That shining throng, which worship 'round the throne,
Could e'er such work perform. None but the hand
Divine, these curious fabrics wrought.

(The end)
Sarah S. Mower's poem: To A White Hollyhock

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