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And like this bud, thou bloomest 
Where idle throngs ne’er come ; 
One spot thou ever cheerest, 
That spot thy happy home. 
Thy beauty too must fade 
As fades this rose, we know; — 
The dearest, loveliest ones, 
Are always first to go. 
The gentle deeds of love 
Can never, never die ; 
Such beauty brighter grows 
And blooms beyond the sky. 
N. S. T. 
