  Love's sweet and tender flower Of pure, perennial life, Blooms ever fresh in power O'er all earth's wrong and strife. Pluck not in haste, young man, This flower of wondrous hue, Nor dare to crush, nor fail to scan. Such beauty ever new. Gaze at it long, young girl, And guard its sacred blush; Then shall its treasures old unfurl Your yearning soul to hush. |
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