. The land of inner light; an essay in prose and verse . 55. Host <®pportunttteg A fragrant rose hung on a branch, To tempt the one, while going on his way: Ill pluck it by and when he passed that way again Upon another morn,The branch was bare, with nothing there; The fragrant rose was gone. A luscious peach hung from its stem, To rouse the finder said: When I return, Ill take a juicy passing back along that way Next day at early dawn,He sought in vain to find the fruit; The luscious peach was LOST OPPORTUNITIES A crystal spring flowed fro
. The land of inner light; an essay in prose and verse . 55. Host <®pportunttteg A fragrant rose hung on a branch, To tempt the one, while going on his way: Ill pluck it by and when he passed that way again Upon another morn,The branch was bare, with nothing there; The fragrant rose was gone. A luscious peach hung from its stem, To rouse the finder said: When I return, Ill take a juicy passing back along that way Next day at early dawn,He sought in vain to find the fruit; The luscious peach was LOST OPPORTUNITIES A crystal spring flowed from a rock To quench the toilers one: Wheneer my work is done Ill drink this water when the weary worker came, All tired out and worn,A drought had dried the water up; The crystal spring was gone. A charming face peered from its place, To cheer the hearts of one: When fortune comes my way, Ill woo and win it after years, with bitter tears, And sad emotions torn,He learned the one he sought was dead; The charming face w
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