I saw some handfuls of the rose in bloom, 



With bands of grass, suspended from a dome. 



I said, " What means this worthless grass that it 



Should in the rose's fairy circle sit ? " 



Then wept the grass and said, " Be still ! and know 



The kind their old associates ne'er forgo. 



Mine is no beauty here or fragrance true, 



But in the garden of the Lord I grew." 



SADI. 



