 Carol, every violet has
Heaven for a looking-glass! Every little valley lies
Under many-clouded skies;
Every little cottage stands
Girt about with boundless lands;
Every little glimmering pond
Claims the mighty shores beyond;
Shores no seaman ever hailed,
Seas no ship has ever sailed. All the shores when day is done
Fade into the setting sun,
So the story tries to teach
More than can be told in speech.
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