ONCE in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.

To and fro they went

Thro' my garden bower, And muttering discontent Cursed me and my flower.

Then it grew so tall

It wore a crown of light, But thieves from o'er the wall Stole the seed by night.

Sow'd it far and wide

By every town and tower, "Splendid is the flower!"

Till all the people cried.

Read my little fable:

He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed

And some are pretty enough. And some are poor indeed, And now again the people Call it but a weed.

~Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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