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V. WILD ROSE.
To call My Lady where she stood
“A Wild-rose blossom of the wood.”
Makes but a poor similitude.
“A Wild-rose blossom of the wood.”
Makes but a poor similitude.
For who by such a sleight would reach
An aim, consumes the worth in speech,
And sets a crimson rose to bleach.
An aim, consumes the worth in speech,
And sets a crimson rose to bleach.
My Love, whose store of household sense
Gives duty golden recompense,
And arms her goodness with defence:
Gives duty golden recompense,
And arms her goodness with defence:
The sweet reliance of whose gaze
Originates in gracious ways,
And wins the trust that trust repays:
Originates in gracious ways,
And wins the trust that trust repays:
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Whose stately figure's varying grace
Is never seen unless her face
Turn beaming toward another place;
Is never seen unless her face
Turn beaming toward another place;
For such a halo round it glows
Surprised attention only knows
A lively wonder in repose.
Surprised attention only knows
A lively wonder in repose.
Can flowers that breathe one little day
In odorous sweetness life away,
And wavering to the earth decay,
In odorous sweetness life away,
And wavering to the earth decay,
Have any claim to rank with her,
Warmed in whose soul impulses stir,
Then bloom to goodness; and aver
Warmed in whose soul impulses stir,
Then bloom to goodness; and aver
Her worth through spheral joys shall move
When suns and systems cease above,
And nothing lives but perfect Love?
When suns and systems cease above,
And nothing lives but perfect Love?
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