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FRAIL FLOWERS.
Pluck not the eglantine,
But leave it there to bloom through sun and shade.
Wilt call it thine?
Poor eglantine!
Then look to see it fade!
But leave it there to bloom through sun and shade.
Wilt call it thine?
Poor eglantine!
Then look to see it fade!
Ah, grasp not earth's delight,
But only take its fragrance, passing by.
Our paths are bright,
Through earth's delight,
Which in our grasp would die!
But only take its fragrance, passing by.
Our paths are bright,
Through earth's delight,
Which in our grasp would die!
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