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BITTER-SWEET.

O roses that for her are sweet!
O scent of new-mown hay!
O grand old chestnuts, at whose feet
The happy children play!
What bitter memories ye may be,
What memories bitter-sweet;
Again beneath the chestnut tree
The little ones may meet;
The roses bloom in pinken spray
'Mid briary thickets fair;
But she who made the summer-day
May be no longer there.

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O what, an' if the roses red,
The hay about our feet,
Should mind us of the darling dead
For whom they once were sweet!