By so few am I sought
That I don’t try to be elusive.
And if seeking, (as you ought)
But with pride, I am collusive.
I’m born a seed in every heart,
Not fed by praise, or schooling,
And I always have a home, (I hope)
In every judge's ruling.
I’m rare in youth, I grow with time,
I’m exercised in patience, and
To Tibetan mountain tops they climb,
Just to glimpse my poor relations.
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