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A ROSE'S JOURNEY.
Haste on your gentle journey, sent
To sweetest goal flower ever went:
Ah me, that can not follow close—
But my heart runs before you, rose!
To sweetest goal flower ever went:
Ah me, that can not follow close—
But my heart runs before you, rose!
O happy rose, I envy you—
But sweetness makes such sweet grace due:
First to her lips one moment press'd—
Then your long Heaven on her dear breast!
But sweetness makes such sweet grace due:
First to her lips one moment press'd—
Then your long Heaven on her dear breast!
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