Children of the Mire (poem)
There was a flower living in a mire
Who dreamed of better things for one and all
She grew amid the anguish and desire
Another time whose sweetness they recall
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Her beauty took the sting off misery
The world was better just because she’s there
That’s when poor fate would brush with destiny
She left with hope that she’d return some care
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The children of the mire now left behind
Received the flower’s fare both day and night
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To bask amid the sun now all resigned
Without a care about tomorrow’s light
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When she came home what would the flower find
The children languishing in false delight