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For whenever she pined for its brilliant blue sky,
She need but to gaze on the Commeline's eye;
And the garden grew fair, and the groves became tall,
For their guardian was with them to cherish them all;
The flowers sweetly replied to the smiles of the Fay,
Who caressed them more tenderly day after day,
And rarely to Elf-lands enchantments would roam,
For all of its loveliness gladdened her home.
And now, my fair Dames, there's an argument due
To this story of fairies and flow'rets of blue.
Ne'er be vain over much of the charms you possess,
For such vanity serves but to make those charms less;
But ever and earnestly strive to acquire
New wealth, such as they who best love you admire.
And thus bind in wreaths of affection at home,
Hearts, which otherwise oft might be tempted to roam.
Be e'en like my Flower, who gained her bright tint
By not feeling too proud to amend from a hint.
