The lily has an air,
And the snowdrop a grace,
And the sweetpea a way,
And the heartsease a face, –
Yet there’s nothing like the rose
When she blows.
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The lily has an air,
And the snowdrop a grace,
And the sweetpea a way,
And the heartsease a face, –
Yet there’s nothing like the rose
When she blows.