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Rh The Gardener

There is no wisdom more to find

If you but know this golden flower!

The Rose

While the pure form I contemplate,

And note the humble drooping pose,

A stirring quickens my estate;

The bud becomes a full-blown rose.

The Gardener

Thou must let fall thy petals too,

And thou shalt be both pure and great;

Thy ruddy splendour, royal hue,

Betokens Life Illuminate!

The Rose

O Thou to whom all hearts are pure,

Thy prescience telleth my desire!

The Gardener

The lily tells you to endure

And pray the Spirit to inspire.

The Rose

This have I done, Lord, from the first,

But this is finite, where we dwell,

For Living Water, Lord, I thirst;

Thou art the Water and the Well!