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      The Rose and the Amaranth


There was a Gardener who planted in a garden near a Rose-Tree, thus addressed it: "What a lovely flower is the Rose, a favorite alike with Gods and with men. I like your beauty and your perfume."

The Rose replied, "I agree, dear gardener, flourish but for a brief season! If no cruel hand pluck me from my stem, yet I must perish by an early doom. But thou art immortal and dost never fade, but bloomest for ever in renewed youth."