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The Flower Shop

 Because I have no garden and
 No pence to buy,
Before the flower shop I stand
 And sigh.
The beauty of the Springtide spills In glowing posies Of voilets and daffodils And roses.
And as I see that joy of bloom, Sad sighing, I think of Mother in her room, Lone lying.
She babbles of the garden fair Her childhood knew, And how she gathered roses there In joyous dew.
I shiver in the street so grey, Yet still I stop; In gutter grime it seems so gay, This flower shop .
"Oh Mister, could you spare one rose?" (There now, I'm crying), "For Mother,--every blossom knows --Is dying.

by Robert William Service
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