And crown your state with power,
For Service is the peasant root,
And Love the princely flower.
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LABOR AND THE ANGEL.
The wind plunges—then stops;
And a column of leaves in a whirl,
Like a dervish that spins—drops,
With a delicate rustle,
And crown your state with power,
For Service is the peasant root,
And Love the princely flower.
The wind plunges—then stops;
And a column of leaves in a whirl,
Like a dervish that spins—drops,
With a delicate rustle,