 | Poems by William Kendall |  |
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V. To MARIA.
On a favourite red-blossomed Thorn.
Tho' purest tints at opening morn
O'er Heaven's pale azure beam;
With purer lustre, lovely Thorn,
Thy rosy flowerets gleam.
O'er Heaven's pale azure beam;
With purer lustre, lovely Thorn,
Thy rosy flowerets gleam.
Yet vainly strives that fleeting bloom
With Mary's blush to vie:
Her blushes chear the wintery gloom
When all thy blossoms die!
With Mary's blush to vie:
Her blushes chear the wintery gloom
When all thy blossoms die!
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