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Roses

 (For Katherine Bregy)

I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring,
For I would make a posy, a posy for the King.
I got an hundred roses, the loveliest there be, From the white rose vine and the pink rose bush and from the red rose tree.
But when I took my posy and laid it at His feet I found He had His roses a million times more sweet.
There was a scarlet blossom upon each foot and hand, And a great pink rose bloomed from His side for the healing of the land.
Now of this fair and awful King there is this marvel told, That He wears a crown of linked thorns instead of one of gold.
Where there are thorns are roses, and I saw a line of red, A little wreath of roses around His radiant head.
A red rose is His Sacred Heart, a white rose is His face, And His breath has turned the barren world to a rich and flowery place.
He is the Rose of Sharon, His gardener am I, And I shall drink His fragrance in Heaven when I die.

Poem by George Eliot
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