The Mountain Laurel As the State Flower for Pennsylvania

Search all the gardens, every reedy fen,
Upland and meadow where wild nature teems,
The tangled thicket where the torrent gleams
In thunderous foam adown the forest glen,
And thou shalt find no flowering denizen
Equal our Kalmia, robed in rosiest white,
Whose beauty is a pang of pure delight,
Touching, through loveliness, the heart of men.

Unfading Laurel! symbol of our hopes,
Immortal Dryad of the greenwood gloom,
Long mayst thou haunt these Appalachian slopes
And be our sovereign State's resplendent Flower,
Beauteous as morning in thy roseate bloom,
Strong as our mountains' in enduring power!
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