ON PLUCKING A HEDGEROW ROSE. by Lennox Amott

 
 
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ON PLUCKING A HEDGEROW ROSE.

 
I saw on a hedge that was flourishing by
A rose that was stirred by the breath of the morn,
So smiling and fragrant it looked there, that I
Was tempted to seize it, forgetting the thorn.

I eagerly plucked it but found to my pain
'Twas scentless and in it an insect was curled,
So I flung it away to the hedgerow again
And I thought of the joys of this troublesome world.
Lennox Amott,
 
 
 
 

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