1 Lilies be plenty with us, Pansies flower for all, Take ye heed to the Roses Lest they make to fall. 2 Violets lie in the meadows— Take of the Violet— Who can gather the Roses And pass away and forget? 3 Love is sure in the Lily, Pansie brings us ease. But he that gathers the Roses When shall his sorrow cease? 4 Woodbine clings and decays, Daffodils blossom and die— There is no Death in the Roses Unto Eternity. 5 Whoso is snared of the Roses Beareth a brand of Cain— The fruit of the Tree of Knowledge Caught from the arms of Pain. 6 Whoso is snared of the Roses Hath no peace at all— Guard your feet from their briers Lest they make to fall.
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