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And this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River-lip on which we lean-- Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!

The original of this quatrain was C. 44.

All verdure that grows upon the margin of a stream, You may say, grows from the lip of one angel-natured; Beware not to set foot contemptuously upon the verdure, For that verdure grows from the clay of one tulip-cheeked.

_Ref._: C. 44, L. 62, B. 59, S.P. 59, P. 64, T. 349, P. iv. 20.--W. 62, N. 59, V. 61.