THE TOMB AND THE ROSE.
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(TRANSLATION, FROM VICTOR HUGO.)
The tomb asked of the rose: 'What dost thou with the tears, which dawn Sheds on thee every summer morn, Thou sweetest flower that blows?' The rose asked of the tomb: 'What dost thou with the treasures rare, Thou hidest deep from light and air, Until the day of doom?' The rose said: 'Home of night, Deep in my bosom, I distil Those pearly tears to scents, that fill The senses with delight.' The tomb said: 'Flower of love, I make of every treasure rare, Hidden so deep from light and air, A soul for heaven above!'
A. J. M.
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