. Poetry for children . XXXI THIS rose-tree is not made to bearThe violet blue, nor lily fair, Nor the sweet mignonette;And if this tree were discontentOr wishd to change its natural bent, It all in vain would fret. And should it fret, you would supposeIt neer had seen its own red rose, Nor after gentle showerHad ever smelld its roses scent,Or it could neer be discontent With its own pretty flower. Like such a blind and senseless treeAs Ive imagined this to be, All envious persons are:With care and culture all may findSome pretty flower in their own mind, Some talent that is rare. •is

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