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1866–1922

White Cherokee

Elizabeth Gordon

An angel on her way to heaven, One perfumed, starlit night, Remembered one she’ d left behind, And pausing in her flight,

Looked back to earth, and shed a tear For love left all forlorn. Behold! Where fell that pearly drop A pure white rose was born.

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