Flower o' the thorn A book of wayside verse: By John Payne |
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[Flower o' the thorn]
Flower o' the thorn,
The flower that bloweth of scaith and scorn!
Though foul of faring and stern of sight,
The thorn-path leads to the place of light.
The flower that bloweth of scaith and scorn!
Though foul of faring and stern of sight,
The thorn-path leads to the place of light.
Flower o' the thorn!
What if with plucking the hands be torn?
Was ever blossom so blithe and gay
As that which mantles the thorn in May?
What if with plucking the hands be torn?
Was ever blossom so blithe and gay
As that which mantles the thorn in May?
Flower o' the thorn!
Though rough the wreath to the brows forlorn,
No crown, bethink thee, my soul, for less
Than God or poet with thorns they tress.
Though rough the wreath to the brows forlorn,
No crown, bethink thee, my soul, for less
Than God or poet with thorns they tress.
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