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Rose and Berry

We have tried to curb their passionate advance,
But truly nature has its own designs on beauty.
The rosebush, wild at heart, fills her love-tilled bed,
And coaxes firethorn from his domestic frame,
Drawing berried branches up through her domain,
And smugly blooms in pink delight,
And dares the other, come again.

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