WHITE PINK.
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The maiden left a timid kiss Upon the mossy stone; Her lover true, the maiden knew, Would seek and find his own. The lover never came again, Nor guessed the woe he wrought; Day after day neglected lay The maiden’s kiss, unsought. At length, upspringing from the moss Through kindly sun and shower, Its petals fair unfolded there This gentle, snow-white flower.
