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1834–1896

FLORA.

William Morris

I am the handmaid of the earth, I broider fair her glorious gown, And deck her on her days of mirth With many a garland of renown.

And while Earth's little ones are fain And play about the Mother's hem I scatter every gift I gain From sun and wind to gladden them.

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