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THE ROSE OF LOVE.

Oh, fly thro' youth's enchanting bowers,
And take your choice of blooming flowers;
The Laurel courts the hero's gaze,
The Sun-flower boasts its golden blaze;
But ah! its rivals far above
In beauty, glows the Rose of Love!
Be thine, be thine the Rose of Love!
What tho' to tempt ambition's eyes,
The gaudy Crown Imperial tries,
And Friendship's Myrtle perfume breathes
For ever from its fadeless wreaths;
Tho' piercing thorns the touch reprove,
Who would not choose the Rose of Love?
Be thine, be thine the Rose of Love!