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A science—so the Savants say

A science—so the Savants say,

“Comparative Anatomy”—

By which a single bone—

Is made a secret to unfold

Of some rare tenant of the mold,

Else perished in the stone—

So to the eye prospective led,

This meekest flower of the mead

Upon a winter’s day,

Stands representative in gold

Of Rose and Lily, manifold,

And countless Butterfly!