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The Hawthorn and the Wild Rose
I learnt a lesson from the flowers today:—As o'er the fading hawthorn-blooms I sighed,
Whose petals fair lay scattered far and wide,
Lo, suddenly upon a dancing spray
I saw the first wild-roses clustered gay.
What though the smile I loved, so soon had died
From one sweet flower—there, shining at its side,
The blushing Rose surpassed the snowy May.
So, if as life glides on, we miss some flowers
Which once shed light and fragrance on our way,
Yet still the kindly-compensating hours
Weave us fresh wreaths in beautiful array;
And long as in the paths of peace we stray,
Successive benedictions shall be ours!
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