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William Brighty Rands - The Flowers
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When Love arose in heart and deed   
  To wake the world to greater joy,   
`What can she give me now?` said Greed,   
  Who thought to win some costly toy.   
  
He rose, he ran, he stoop`d, he clutch`d;
  And soon the Flowers, that Love let fall,   
In Greed`s hot grasp were fray`d and smutch`d,   
  And Greed said, `Flowers! Can this be all?`   
  
He flung them down and went his way,   
  He cared no jot for thyme or rose;
But boys and girls came out to play,   
  And some took these and some took those—   
  
Red, blue, and white, and green and gold;   
  And at their touch the dew return`d,   
And all the bloom a thousandfold—
  So red, so ripe, the roses burn`d!
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