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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345808" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rose-Bush</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a rose-bush in a garden growing,<br>Its tender leaves unfolding day by day;<br>The sun looked-on, and his down-going<br>Left it amid the starlit dusk of nights of May.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dew-drop came and kissed it in the gloaming;<br>It gathered sweetness in the morning hours;<br>The bee beheld it as he went aroaming,<br>And thought, 'What honey will be hidden in its flowers!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The light grew richer and the days grew long;<br>The May-time deepened into June;<br>The air was laden with the robin's song,<br>The light wind touched the leaves and set them atune.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now a tiny bud appeared, and then another--<br>Bright promises of radiant flowers;<br>The breezes, whispering, told it to each other,<br>The rose-bush heard them in the gladsome hours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">New Hope awoke and thrilled in all it veins;<br>Life is so sweet that culminates in flowers!<br>It smiled and grew in misty summer rains,<br>And caught the freshness of the evening showers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And oft the gardener came and stood beside;<br>He tended it alway with zealous care,<br>Watching lest any evil should betide,<br>Or blight creep o'er the leaves that grew so fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He crushed the buds and dropped them on the ground;<br>The rose-bush felt a chill in every vein;<br>It drooped, as if to hide each bitter wound--<br>This strange experience was its earliest thought of pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Poor little plant,' the gardener thought,<br>Thou art too young, too young to know<br>That few buds unto flowers are brought,--<br>It is by pruning thou must grow.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still the summer smiled and shoned,<br>And other roses bloomed and died.<br>'Mine would more beauteously have blown,'<br>The little rose-bush sadly sighed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again the gardener sought his flowers,<br>Where he had watched his treasures blow:<br>The autumn blast has swept the bowers,<br>The winds and storms has laid them low!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though sad of heart, the rose-bush still was green;<br>It lifted up its drooping head;<br>'The life that would have filled the buds may still be seen,<br>'Tis folded in its heart,' he said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He stooped and took it from the ground<br>All trembling with its vague alarms,<br>And quick and tenderly he wrapped it round,<br>And kindly bore it in his arms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now where soft the sunshine flows,<br>Within a fair, immortal bower,<br>In all its fragrant beauty blooms the rose,<br>Its every bud grown into perfect flower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</a><div class=q>
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The sun looked-on, and his down-going
Left it amid the starlit dusk of nights of May.

The dew-drop came and kissed it in the gloaming;
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