[Poems by Osgood in] The poetry of flowers and Flowers of Poetry | ||
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She had learned, in its storms, to exult and endure,
And her gentle reply, with sweet wisdom, was rife—
“To me—there are none in the universe poor!”
[Poems by Osgood in] The poetry of flowers and Flowers of Poetry | ||