Pluck this
little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it droop
and drop
into the dust.
I may not
find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch
of pain from
thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am
aware, and
the time of offering go by.
Though its
colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this
flower in thy service and pluck
it while there is time.
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