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96 "WE MET UPON THE CROWDED WAY"

THE WHITE AND THE RED ROSE

I

Heaven's happy bowers

There blossom two flowers,

One with fiery glow

And one as white as snow;

While lo! before them stands,

With pale and trembling hands,

A spirit who must choose

One, and one refuse.