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WILD ROSES AND SNOW.
(Basses Pyrenées.)
How sweet the sight of roses
In English lanes of June,
When every flower uncloses
To meet the kiss of noon.
In English lanes of June,
When every flower uncloses
To meet the kiss of noon.
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How strange the sight of roses—
Roses both sweet and wild—
Seen where a valley closes
'Mid mountain heights up-piled
Roses both sweet and wild—
Seen where a valley closes
'Mid mountain heights up-piled
Upon whose sides remaining
Is strewn the purest snow,
By its chill power restraining
The tide of Spring's soft glow.
Is strewn the purest snow,
By its chill power restraining
The tide of Spring's soft glow.
Yet God who gave the pureness
To yon fair mountain snow,
Gives also the secureness
Whereby these roses blow.
To yon fair mountain snow,
Gives also the secureness
Whereby these roses blow.
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