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To a Whithered Rose

THY span of life was all too short—
  A week or two at best—
From budding-time, through blossoming,
  To withering and rest.

Yet compensation hast thou—aye!—        
  For all thy little woes;
For was it not thy happy lot
  To live and die a rose?

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