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CLOD OF THE EARTH by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH

First Line: CLOD OF THE EARTH, THAT HARDLY KNOWS
Last Line: IT WAS THY THOUGHT BEGAT THE ROSE.
Subject(s): ROSES;
CLOD of the earth, that hardly knows
How the warm sun comes or the cold rain goes,
That lieth dumb and bleak and bare,
It was thy thought begat the rose.



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