 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
THREE FLOWERS OF THE GARDEN
Three blossoms in a happy garden grow—
Have care, for this one, lo, is white as any snow:
Its name is Peace.
Have care, for this one, lo, is white as any snow:
Its name is Peace.
Three flowers—and one, in hue, a delicate gold;
A harsh breath, then its golden leaves shall droop and fold
Its name is Joy.
A harsh breath, then its golden leaves shall droop and fold
Its name is Joy.
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Three flowers—and one is crimson, rich and strong;
This will, if well entreated, all others outlive long:
Its name is Love.
This will, if well entreated, all others outlive long:
Its name is Love.
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