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MOTTO.
(A Flower's Ballad.)
It was a thorn,
And it stood forlorn
In the burning sunrise land:
And it stood forlorn
In the burning sunrise land:
A blighted thorn,
And at eve and morn
Thus it sigh'd to the desert sand—
And at eve and morn
Thus it sigh'd to the desert sand—
“Every flower,
By it's beauty's power,
With a crown of glory is crown'd.
By it's beauty's power,
With a crown of glory is crown'd.
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“No crown have I,
For a crown I sigh,
For a crown that I have not found.
For a crown I sigh,
For a crown that I have not found.
“A crown! a crown!
A crown of mine own,
To wind in a maiden's hair!”
A crown of mine own,
To wind in a maiden's hair!”
Sad thorn, why grieve?
Thou a crown shalt weave,
But not for a maiden to wear.
Thou a crown shalt weave,
But not for a maiden to wear.
That crown shall shine
When all crowns save thine,
With the glory they gave, are gone:
When all crowns save thine,
With the glory they gave, are gone:
For, thorn, my thorn,
Thy crown shall be worn
By the King of Sorrows alone.
Thy crown shall be worn
By the King of Sorrows alone.
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