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TO ---
And shall we say the rose is sweet,
Nor grant that claim to thee,
In whom the loveliest virtues meet
In social harmony?
Nor grant that claim to thee,
In whom the loveliest virtues meet
In social harmony?
And shall we call the lily pure,
Nor grant that claim to thee,
Whose taintless, spotless soul is, sure,
The shrine of purity?
Nor grant that claim to thee,
Whose taintless, spotless soul is, sure,
The shrine of purity?
And shall we say the sun is bright,
Nor grant that claim to thee,
Whose form and mind with equal light
Both beam so radiantly?
Nor grant that claim to thee,
Whose form and mind with equal light
Both beam so radiantly?
C. T.
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