By the gaily circling glass/Love Among the Roses

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LOVE AMONG THE ROSES.

Young Love flew to the Paphian bower,
And gather’d sweets from many a flower,
From roses and sweet jessamine,
The lily and the eglantine.
Young Love, &c.
The Graces there were culling posies,
The Graces, &c.
And found young Love among the roses.

O happy days! O joyous hour!
Compose a wreath of ev'ry flow’r;
Let’s bind him to us, ne’er to sever,
Young Love shall dwell with us for ever.
Eternal spring the wreath composes;
Content is Love among the roses.
Young Love, &c.

 

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FINIS.