SONGS OF THE SOUL
PROTECTING THORNS
The charm of the blushing rose
Hides its stinging thorns beneath;
Yet without the wounds from those
Thou could’st not snatch its wealth with stealth,—
The rose with thorns unstained with blood,
The rose that sprang from earthly sod.
Hides its stinging thorns beneath;
Yet without the wounds from those
Thou could’st not snatch its wealth with stealth,—
The rose with thorns unstained with blood,
The rose that sprang from earthly sod.
In her defense the thorns do sting,
To keep thee out by thorny ring;
Yet the perfumed petals’ show
Thy drowsing soul doth wake and draw:
If thou dost love the beauty alone
Why would’st thou rush to bleed from prickly
thorns?
To keep thee out by thorny ring;
Yet the perfumed petals’ show
Thy drowsing soul doth wake and draw:
If thou dost love the beauty alone
Why would’st thou rush to bleed from prickly
thorns?
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