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… Thus in each flower and simple bell,

That in our path untrodden lie,

Are sweet remembrancers who tell

How fast the winged moments fly,

Time will steal on with ceaseless pace,

Yet lose we not the fleeting hours,

Who still their fairy footsteps trace,

As light they dance among the flowers.

Charlotte Turner Smith

“The Horologe of the Fields”

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