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��THE ROSES;
Addressed to a Friend, on the Birth of his first Child.
��Two Roses on one slender spray,
In sweet communion grew, Together hail'd the morning ray,
And drank the evening dew ; \Miile sweetly wreath'd in mossy green. There sprang a Uttle bud between.
Through clouds and sunshine, storms and showers.
They open'd into bloom. Mingling their foliage and their flowers,
Their beauty and perfume ;
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