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A LIFE'S PARALLELS.
Be you a tenderer mistress and be you a warier warden
Of your rose, as sweet as mine, and full as fair to see."
Of your rose, as sweet as mine, and full as fair to see."
"Nay, a bud once plucked there is no reviving,
Nor is it worth your wearing now, nor worth indeed my own;
The dead to the dead, and the living to the living.
It's time I go within, for it's time now you were gone."
Nor is it worth your wearing now, nor worth indeed my own;
The dead to the dead, and the living to the living.
It's time I go within, for it's time now you were gone."
"Good-bye, Milly Brandon, I shall not forget you,
Though it be good-bye between us for ever from to-day;
I could almost wish to-day that I had never met you,
And I'm true to you in this one word that I say."
Though it be good-bye between us for ever from to-day;
I could almost wish to-day that I had never met you,
And I'm true to you in this one word that I say."
"Good-bye, Walter. I can guess which thornless rose you covet;
Long may it bloom and prolong its sunny morn:
Yet as for my one thorny rose, I do not cease to love it.
And if it is no more a flower I love it as a thorn."
Long may it bloom and prolong its sunny morn:
Yet as for my one thorny rose, I do not cease to love it.
And if it is no more a flower I love it as a thorn."
A LIFE'S PARALLELS.
NEVER on this side of the grave again,
On this side of the river,
On this side of the garner of the grain,
Never,—
On this side of the river,
On this side of the garner of the grain,
Never,—
