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4. THE BEE AND THE ROSE.
“You won't!” the Rose's accents ring;
“I will!” the Golden Bee's are ringing;
And tho' the winds, to aid her, spring,
Soon with the breeze-tost bloom he's swinging.
“I will!” the Golden Bee's are ringing;
And tho' the winds, to aid her, spring,
Soon with the breeze-tost bloom he's swinging.
His prize secured, away he goes,
At which anon, in rage the rarest;
“Come back, thou villain!” cries the Rose;
“Come once more kiss me, if thou darest!”
At which anon, in rage the rarest;
“Come back, thou villain!” cries the Rose;
“Come once more kiss me, if thou darest!”
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