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THE ROSE.
I looked upon the blooming rose,
Beheld her beauty rare;
I breathed her effervesence sweet,
That filled the balmy air.
Beheld her beauty rare;
I breathed her effervesence sweet,
That filled the balmy air.
Her petals clung like jewels strung,
On some great monarch's crown;
The west winds blew; her petals fell,
Like snow upon the ground.
On some great monarch's crown;
The west winds blew; her petals fell,
Like snow upon the ground.
I marveled why so pure a flower,
All glorious to the eye;
Possessed with charms and blooming prime,
Should drop her leaves and die.
All glorious to the eye;
Possessed with charms and blooming prime,
Should drop her leaves and die.
A gentle zephyr fanned my brow,
And roused a feeling strange;
Plain I could see, why it should be,
All living things must change.
And roused a feeling strange;
Plain I could see, why it should be,
All living things must change.
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