Poems F. T.
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If the rose in meek duty May dedicate humbly To her grower the beauty Wherewith she is comely; If the mine to the miner The jewels that pined in it, Earth to diviner The springs he divined in it; To the grapes the winepitcher Their juice that was crushed in it, Viol to its witcher
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