Pluck Not The Wayside Flower, It Is The Traveller'S Dower; A Thousand Passers-By Its Beauties May Espy, May Win A Touch Of Blessing From Nature'S Mild Caressing. The Sad Of Heart Perceives A Violet Under Leaves Like Sonic Fresh-Budding Hope; The Primrose On The Slope A Spot Of Sunshine Dwells, And Cheerful Message Tells Of Kind Renewing Power; The Nodding Bluebell'S Dye Is Drawn From Happy Sky. Then Spare The Wayside Flower! It Is The Traveller'S Dower.