A
White Rose
As
I walked the wild and lonely hill
My
heart at one with playful wind
The
Sun full orbed with radiant shafts,
Fills
the soul with iridescent light
Then
from yon crag a perfume springs,
The
senses five caught in mystic spell,
Lifts
the souls to greater height
And
there from granite rocks springs
A
white rose from the heart of God
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