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THE ROSE.
Child of summer, lovely Rose,In thee what blushing beauty glows,
But ere to-morrow's setting sun,
Thy beauty fades, thy form is gone;
Yet tho' no grace thy buds retain,
Thy pleasing odours still remain:
Cleora's smile, like thine, sweet flower,
Shall bloom and wither in an hour;
But mental fragrance still will last,
When youth and youthful charms are past.
Ye Fair, betimes the moral prize,
'Tis lasting beauty to be wise.
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