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Because I have no garden and
      No pence to buy,
Before the flower shop I stand
            And sigh.
The beauty of the Springtide spills
      In glowing posies
Of voilets and daffodils
            And roses.
            
And as I see that joy of bloom,
      Sad sighing,
I think of Mother in her room,
      Lone lying.
She babbles of the garden fair
      Her childhood knew,
And how she gathered roses there
            In joyous dew.

I shiver in the street so grey,
      Yet still I stop;
In gutter grime it seems so gay,
      This flower shop . . .
"Oh Mister, could you spare one rose?"
      (There now, I'm crying),
"For Mother,--every blossom knows
            --Is dying."

Added: 25 Mar 2002 | Last Read: 12 Feb 2012 6:06 AM | Viewed: 3103 times

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