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ROSE, WHITE. T^ 10 rose was sacred to Venus, and the 



Rosa alia. faMewiys, w;is originally white, but the 



goddess buing wounded by a thorn, liiA 

 blood 



On the while rose being shed, 

 Wade it lurcvcr niter red. 



SADNESS. 



The bonnie white rose, it is withering and a'. 

 Allan Cunningham. 



SENTIMENT. 



We have long dreamed of happiness, long known 

 Joys which were more than mortal, long have felt 

 The bliss of mingled hearts and blended souls, 

 And long have thought the vision was eternal: 

 It vanishes, and now I am a wretch, 

 And what will be thy sorrows none can tell. 



PeropoJ. 



ANSWER. 



My heart is with its early dream; 



It cannot turn away 

 To seek again the joys of earth, 



And mingle with the gay. 

 The dew-nursed flower that lifts its brow 



Beneath the shades of night, 

 Must wither when the sunbeam sheds 



Its too resplendent light. 

 My heart is with its early dream, 



And vainly love's soft power 

 Would seek to charm that heart anew, 



In some unguarded hour. 

 I would not that some gentle one 



Should hear my frequent sigh; 

 The deer that bears its death-wound, turns 



In loneliness to die. 



Mr*. Embury. 

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