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INSCIA REGINA
Ever
blossom, and never fruit!
Vain the effort of leaf and root,
The joy of sunlight, sorrow of rain,
The winter's patience, the knife's sharp pain!
Vain the effort of leaf and root,
The joy of sunlight, sorrow of rain,
The winter's patience, the knife's sharp pain!
Sighed the pride of the garden so,
Sighed the Rose, and did not know
Only to be the Rose is more
Than all the apples that Eden bore.
Sighed the Rose, and did not know
Only to be the Rose is more
Than all the apples that Eden bore.
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