We’ll see the pains grow less

The rough skin disappear once more

Till, free and fit, you may address

Your life’s concerns. Who else adore?

So many’re on your side

Cass, Anna, Dom and Karen

Tarka and Sam won’t be denied

Nor Dora ‘n’ Pheeb – prayers won’t be barren

The garden, flowers, trees

They all object to see you low

Even the sturdy old grass agrees:

Indisposition has to go!

The birds for you their songs compose

So richly are you loved, my Rose

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