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THE MESSENGER ROSE.
Oh! think of them kindly, and let not a thought
Of pain overshadow with gloom;
Oh! think of them kindly, and all unforgot
Be the magical music of home!
Of pain overshadow with gloom;
Oh! think of them kindly, and all unforgot
Be the magical music of home!
"And when my sweet influence wins back thy mind,
When the bright stream of memory flows,
When life's immortelles round thy temples are twined,
Forget not the Messenger Rose!
For I come from the home of thy kindred to-day,
A message of love to impart:
Ah! think of me still, when the blight of decay,
Has smitten the bloom of my heart!"
When the bright stream of memory flows,
When life's immortelles round thy temples are twined,
Forget not the Messenger Rose!
For I come from the home of thy kindred to-day,
A message of love to impart:
Ah! think of me still, when the blight of decay,
Has smitten the bloom of my heart!"
