The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove.But I send you a cre… - John Boyle O'Reilly

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How shall I a habit break? As you did that habit make. As you gathered, you must lose; As you yielded, now refuse. Thread by thread the strands we twist Till they bind us, neck and wrist. Thread by thread the patient hand Must untwine, ere free we stand. As we builded, stone by stoene, We must toil, unhelped, alone, Till the wall is overthrown.

The world is large when weary leagues two loving hearts divide
But the world is small when your enemy is loose on the other side.