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We ctll Uiens weeda, the while, with slender fingers, Earth's wounds and scars they sei-k to cover o'er. On sterile sands, where scarce the raindrop lingers, They grow and blossom by the briny shore. We cali them weeds. Did we their form but study We many a secret might unfolded find. Each tiny plant fulfills its heaven taught mission And bears the impress of immortal inind. We eall them weeds, the while their uses hidden llight work a nation's weal, a nation's woe, 8end thro' each wasted frame the balm of healing A1 cause the blood with youth's quick pulse to fiow. Weds, yet they hold in bonds the mighty ocean. Their slender threads bind firm the sandy shore. Navies may ink air-id its wild commotion; These humble weeds ne'er their work give o'er. Jüld who sliall say the feeblest thought avails not To bi:ul the shifting sands upon life's beach? Borne !i 'art may treasure what we've long forgot, The iaintest word some soul with power may reach.