ON PLUCKING A HEDGEROW ROSE. by Lennox Amott
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| ON PLUCKING A HEDGEROW ROSE. | |
| I saw on a hedge that was flourishing by A rose that was stirred by the breath of the morn, So smiling and fragrant it looked there, that I Was tempted to seize it, forgetting the thorn. I eagerly plucked it but found to my pain 'Twas scentless and in it an insect was curled, So I flung it away to the hedgerow again And I thought of the joys of this troublesome world. |
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