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SONGS OF THE SOUL

THE BLOOD OF ROSE

I tore the rose,I bled its slender stem,Its petals quiveredAnd I shivered;Yet I dared to rob its smell!My heart did break and tell,“Thy hands are soiled,” and mute I stood,Thus self-condemned and stained with rose’s blood.But I know now,I love the roseMore than its wealth, and vowNe’er its love to desecrate or lose.

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