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<p id="id00334" style="margin-top: 3em">The White Flag</p>
<p id="id00335" style="margin-top: 2em">I sent my love two roses,—one<br/>
As white as driven snow,<br/>
And one a blushing royal red,<br/>
A flaming Jacqueminot.<br/></p>
<p id="id00336">I meant to touch and test my fate;<br/>
That night I should divine,<br/>
The moment I should see my love,<br/>
If her true heart were mine.<br/></p>
<p id="id00337">For if she holds me dear, I said,<br/>
She'll wear my blushing rose;<br/>
If not, she'll wear my cold Lamarque,<br/>
As white as winter's snows.<br/></p>
<p id="id00338">My heart sank when I met her: sure<br/>
I had been overbold,<br/>
For on her breast my pale rose lay<br/>
In virgin whiteness cold.<br/></p>
<p id="id00339">Yet with low words she greeted me,<br/>
With smiles divinely tender;<br/>
Upon her cheek the red rose dawned,—<br/>
The white rose meant surrender.<br/></p>
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