This rose-tree is not made to bear The violet blue, nor lily fair, Nor the sweet mignonette: And if this tree were discontent, Or wished to change its natural bent, It all in vain would fret. And should it fret, you would suppose It ne`er had seen its own red rose, Nor after gentle shower Had ever smelled its rose`s scent, Or it could ne`er be discontent With its own pretty flower. Like such a blind and senseless tree As I`ve imagined this to be, All envious persons are: With care and culture all may find Some pretty flower in their own mind, Some talent that is rare.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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