"I want"—it pleaded—All its life—
I want—was chief it said
A Burdock—clawed my Gown—
'They have not chosen me,' he said,
'But I have chosen them!'
Brave—Broken hearted statement—
Uttered in Bethlehem!
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
Who till they died, did not alive become—
A narrow fellow in the grass
You may have met him,--did you not,
His notice sudden is.
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
'Morning'—means 'Milking'—to the Farmer—
Dawn—to the Teneriffe—