To A Withered Rose by John Kendrick Bangs

THY span of life was all too short-
A week or two at best-
From budding-time, through blossoming,
To withering and rest.

Yet compensation hast thou-aye!-
For all thy little woes;
For was it not thy happy lot
To live and die a rose?

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