Once in a golden hourI cast to earth a seed.Up there came a flower,The people said, a weed.
To and fro they wentThro’ my garden-bower,And muttering discontentCurs’d me and my flower.
Then it grew so tallIt wore a crown of light,But thieves from o’er the wallStole the seed by night.
Sow’d it far and wideBy every town and tower,Till all the people cried,‘Splendid is the flower.’
Read my little fable:He that runs may read.Most can raise the flowers now,For all have got the seed.
And some are pretty enough,And some are poor indeed;And now again the peopleCall it but a weed.
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