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I Have a White Rose to Tend (Verse XXXIX) (1891)
by José Martí

I have a white rose to tend
In July as in January;
I give it to the true friend
Who offers his frank hand to me.
And for the cruel one whose blows
Break the heart by which I live,
Thistle nor thorn do I give:
For him, too, I have a white rose.


If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience.
— Woodrow Wilson