  The roses red upon my neighbor's vine Are owned by him, but they are also mine, His was the cost, and his the labor, too, But mine, as well as his, the joy their loveliness to view. They bloom for me, and are to me as fair As for the man who gives them all his care. Thus I am rich, because a good man grew A rose-clad vine for all his neighbors' view. I know from this that others plant for me, And what they own, my joy may also be. So why be selfish, when so much that's fine Is grown for you, upon your neighbor s vine! —Anon |
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