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By Robert Bloomfield
I love to mark the floweret’s eye
To rest where pebbles form my bed
Where shapes and colours scattered lie
In varying millions round my head
The soul rejoices when alone
And feels her glorious empire free
Sees God in every shining stone
And revels in variety
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