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Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Flower
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Once in a golden hour
     I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
     The people said, a weed.

To and fro they went
     Thro` my garden bower,
And muttering discontent
     Cursed me and my flower.

Then it grew so tall
     It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o`er the wall
     Stole the seed by night.

Sow`d it far and wide
     By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
     "Splendid is the flower!"

Read my little fable:
     He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
     For all have got the seed.

And some are pretty enough,
     And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
     Call it but a weed.
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