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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