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CHRISTMAS ROSES.
Pale Winter roses, the white ghosts
Of our June roses,
Last beauty that the Old Year boasts
Ere his reign closes!
Of our June roses,
Last beauty that the Old Year boasts
Ere his reign closes!
I gather you as farewell gift
From parting lover,
For ere you fade his moments swift
Will all be over.
From parting lover,
For ere you fade his moments swift
Will all be over.
Kind ghosts ye are, that trouble not,
Nor fright nor sadden,
But wake fond memories, half-forgot,
And thoughts that gladden.
Nor fright nor sadden,
But wake fond memories, half-forgot,
And thoughts that gladden.
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O changeless Past! I would the year
Left of lost hours
No ghost that brought more shame or fear
Than these white flowers!
Left of lost hours
No ghost that brought more shame or fear
Than these white flowers!
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