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Christina Georgina Rossetti

Christina Georgina Rossetti

If Hope Grew on a Bush

If hope grew on a bush,
And joy grew on a tree,
What a nosegay for the plucking
There would be!
But oh! in windy autumn,
When frail flowers wither,
What should we do for hope and joy,
Fading together?

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