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The Farm

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Parent Issue
Day
2
Month
February
Year
1882
Copyright
Public Domain
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A ittle red rose bloonied all alone Ín a hedge by the highway side; And the wind carne by with a pitying moan, And tlius to the floweret crieu : "You are choked with thedust fromtlie sandy sledge; Now see what a frieud can dol- 1 will pierce a hole in the tangled bedge And let the breeze come tfirough!" "Nay, let me be- I am well enough!" Said the rose in deep dieinay. But the wind is alwnys rude and rough, And of course he had his way. And the breeze blew soft ou the little red rose But now she was sore afraid; For the nanc-hty boys- her ancient foes- Caine through where the gap was made. "I see." sald the winri, when he came again And Inoked at the trembÜDg flower, "You are out of place; it is very plain You ar meant for a lwly's bower!" Nay, let me bel" said the shuddering rose; "No sorro w lever had known nu you came nere to Dreak inj repose; Now, please to let me alone!" But the will of the wind is strong as death; And litÜB he recked her criee; He plucked her up with his mignty breatli. And away to the town he flies. Oh, all too rough was the wmdy ride, For a roee so weak and small; And soon her leaves on every side Began to Bcatter and f all, "Now, wuat is thisV" said the wouderinc wind, K Ab the rosein fragmenta feil; "This paltry stem is all I find- I am sure I meant it well?" "It means justthis, that a meddling friend " Said the dying stalk, "is sure To mar the matter he aimed to mend, And kill where he meaut to cure."

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Old News
Ann Arbor Democrat