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THREE ROSES.
Which is the happiest rose to-day
Of three that I know, I wonder?—
The rose at the window, the rose on the lawn,
Or the rose in the meadow yonder?
Of three that I know, I wonder?—
The rose at the window, the rose on the lawn,
Or the rose in the meadow yonder?
Fair as a pearl is the face of one,
While it dewily gleams and flutters
Close where its peaceful heart can hear
What the peaceful household utters.
While it dewily gleams and flutters
Close where its peaceful heart can hear
What the peaceful household utters.
Velvet-petalled and crimson-hued,
With mosses its stem enfolding,
One burns up from the flattered lawn,
A marvel to all beholding!
With mosses its stem enfolding,
One burns up from the flattered lawn,
A marvel to all beholding!
And one on the barren meadow lives,
Near a boulder huge and sullen;
A pale, wild thing, in a lonely world
Of thistle and weed and mullein.
Near a boulder huge and sullen;
A pale, wild thing, in a lonely world
Of thistle and weed and mullein.
Happy those treasured garden-blooms,
In their white and crimson graces,
But she of the meadow is happiest,
Who looks but to God for praises!
In their white and crimson graces,
But she of the meadow is happiest,
Who looks but to God for praises!
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