 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
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MAIDEN BLOOM.
Where the youthful rivals meet—Reddest Rose, and whitest Snow—
From a trysting-place so sweet,
Which will soonest go?
“Hence with life alone I stray,”
Blushed the flower of balmy breath.
“Mine,” the snow-wreath sighed, “to stay
Steadfast e'en in death.”
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |