Thorn and Rose

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Thorn and Rose

Far richer than a thornless rose

Whose branch with beauty never glows,

Is that which every June adorns

With perfect bloom among its thorns.

Merely to live without a pain

Is little gladness, little gain,

Ah, welcome joy tho’ mixt with grief⁠—

The thorn-set flower that crowns the leaf.