The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:
While the Lily white shall in love delight,
Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:
While the Lily white shall in love delight,
Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
William Blake
(This is one of my favorite poems, as I have a beautiful grandbaby in heaven with this name. It's fitting for the Spring and for Poetry month.)
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