To Peggy

Dear little girl from far
Beyond the seas,
From lands where roses are
You come to these—

These where the birch tree flings
His ragged coat,
These where the wild pine sings
With dreamful note—

Ah! Little guest of ours,
The suns and snows
Greet, mid their wilder flowers,
An English rose.
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