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THE HEART AND ROSE.
Rose, with all thine odour fled,
Brightness lost, and beauty parted,
Drooping low thy tearful head,
Like one forlorn and broken-hearted:
Though the world refuse to see
What, alas! there's no concealing,
Still there's one can mourn for thee—
All are not alike unfeeling.
Brightness lost, and beauty parted,
Drooping low thy tearful head,
Like one forlorn and broken-hearted:
Though the world refuse to see
What, alas! there's no concealing,
Still there's one can mourn for thee—
All are not alike unfeeling.
Many a heart as full of tears
Bending lonely, none to guide it,
Soon as one kind hand appears,
Brighter hopes spring warm beside it.
'Tis not much the Rose requires,
With a word the Heart is healing:
Oh! the joy such act inspires!
What is life devoid of feeling?
Bending lonely, none to guide it,
Soon as one kind hand appears,
Brighter hopes spring warm beside it.
'Tis not much the Rose requires,
With a word the Heart is healing:
Oh! the joy such act inspires!
What is life devoid of feeling?
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