She sits within her garden fair,
A crown of thorns upon her hair.
Her robe is red, her tears are dew,
And in her eyes, a love so true.
A crown of thorns upon her hair.
Her robe is red, her tears are dew,
And in her eyes, a love so true.
American poet and journalist, known for his patriotic and accessible verse.
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