A WHITE ROCK-ROSE loi 



forgotten homes. And still between the sun and sea 

 she hides, happy and prosperous ; still year after year 

 she opens virgin eyes on the sky and the birds and 

 the companions of her lonely dwelling-place. Behold 

 her, therefore, a creature more rare than queens ; but 

 raise no sacrilegious hand against her ; touch her not ; 

 do fitting obeisance, and so pass upon your way. 



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