Plucked from cold winter's diadem? 'Tis true both struggled into life, 'Tis true both struggled into life, Through scenes of sorrow, care and strife; Through scenes of sorrow, care and strife; This poor, frail, intellectual flower This poor, frail, intellectual flower Was reared in no elysian bower. Was reared in no elysian bower. No ray of fortune on it shone,— No ray of fortune on it shone,— It forced its weary way alone;
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