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THE ROSE-TREE.
A Rose tree in full bearing,
Had sweet flowers fair to see;
One Rose beyond comparing,
For beauty attracted me:
Tho' eager once to win it,
Lovely, blooming, fresh and gay,
I find a canker in it,
And now throw it far away.
Had sweet flowers fair to see;
One Rose beyond comparing,
For beauty attracted me:
Tho' eager once to win it,
Lovely, blooming, fresh and gay,
I find a canker in it,
And now throw it far away.
How fine this morning early,
The sun shining clear and bright,
So late I lov'd you dearly,
Tho' lost now each fond delight.
The clouds seem big with showers,
Sunny beams no more are seen;
Farewell ye happy hours,
Your falsehood has chang'd the scene.
The sun shining clear and bright,
So late I lov'd you dearly,
Tho' lost now each fond delight.
The clouds seem big with showers,
Sunny beams no more are seen;
Farewell ye happy hours,
Your falsehood has chang'd the scene.
FINIS.
