Though I was dwelling in a prison house, My soul was wandering by the carefree stream Through fields of green with gold eyed daisies strewn, And daffodils and sunflower cavaliers. And near me played a little browneyed child, A winsome creature God alone conceived, “Oh, little friend,” I begged. “Give me a flower That I might bear it to my lonely cell.” He plucked a dandelion, an ugly bloom, But tenderly he placed it in my hand, And in his eyes I saw the sign of love. ‘Twas then the dandelion became a rose.
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