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At morn I plucked a rose and gave it Thee, / A rose of joy and happy love and peace, / A rose with scarce a thorn: / But in the chillness of a second morn / My rose bush drooped, and all its gay increase / Was but one thorn that wounded me.
I plucked the thorn and offered it to Thee; / And for my thorn Thou gavest love and peace, / Not joy this mortal morn: / If Thou hast given much treasure for a thorn, / Wilt thou not give me for my rose increase / Of gladness, and all sweets to me?
My thorny rose, my love and pain, to Thee / I offer; and I set my heart in peace, / And rest upon my thorn: / For verily I think to-morrow morn / Shall bring me Paradise, my gift's increase, / Yea, give Thy very Self to me.