Poems (Davidson)/Modesty

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MODESTY.
There is a sweet, though humble flower,
Which grows in nature's wildest bed;
It blossoms in the lonely bower,
But withers 'neath the gazer's tread.

'Tis reared alone, far, far away
From the wild noxious weeds of death;
Around its brow the sunbeams play,
The evening dew-drop is its wreath.

'Tis Modesty; 'tis Nature's child;
The loveliest, sweetest, meekest flower
That ever blossomed in the wild,
Or trembled 'neath the evening shower.

'Tis Modesty; so pure, so fair,
That woman's witcheries lovelier grow,
When that sweet flower is blooming there,
The brightest beauty of her brow.