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THE ROSE IN THE JOURNAL.
Rose, whose matchless beauty
Poets love to praise,
Bind the day that brought him
To the other days;
To the homely duties;
To the things that are,
Like dark weights of nature
Linked to sun and star.
Poets love to praise,
Bind the day that brought him
To the other days;
To the homely duties;
To the things that are,
Like dark weights of nature
Linked to sun and star.
Then the curtain lifted
Of the tent so gray
Showed him fresh and blooming
As careering Day,
Ere his steeds are wearied
With the noontide heat,
Ere the lengthening shadows
Press his loitering feet.
Of the tent so gray
Showed him fresh and blooming
As careering Day,
Ere his steeds are wearied
With the noontide heat,
Ere the lengthening shadows
Press his loitering feet.
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Like an Angel's garment
Caught in fluttering grasp;
Like a kingly jewel
Set in costliest clasp;
Like a sudden vision
Of the joys that were,
When the shadows darken
And the end draws near,—
Caught in fluttering grasp;
Like a kingly jewel
Set in costliest clasp;
Like a sudden vision
Of the joys that were,
When the shadows darken
And the end draws near,—
Thus among my treasures,
Rosebud, thou shalt lie,
With thy beauty withering
Only to the eye.
Rosebud, thou shalt lie,
With thy beauty withering
Only to the eye.
Roses grow immortal
On the brow of Fame:
These, with all best glories,
Deathless keep thy name.
On the brow of Fame:
These, with all best glories,
Deathless keep thy name.
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