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ROSE AND ROOT.
A FABLE OF TWO LIVES.
The Rose aloft in sunny air,
Beloved alike by bird and bee,
Takes for the dark Root little care,
That toils below it ceaselessly.
Beloved alike by bird and bee,
Takes for the dark Root little care,
That toils below it ceaselessly.
I put my question to the flower:
“Pride of the Summer, garden-queen,
Why livest thou thy little hour?”
And the Rose answer'd, “I am seen.”
“Pride of the Summer, garden-queen,
Why livest thou thy little hour?”
And the Rose answer'd, “I am seen.”
I put my question to the Root—
“I mine the earth content,” it said,
“A hidden miner underfoot;
I know a Rose is overhead.”
“I mine the earth content,” it said,
“A hidden miner underfoot;
I know a Rose is overhead.”
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