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English melodies

By Charles Swain

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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.
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?