rose. 
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Mid sporting lambkins and the songs of 
spring : 
Yet, oft attracted by some dazzling show, 
Man flies from peace, pursuing gilded woe. 
THE FADING ROSE. 
C. J. FOX. 
The Rose, the sweetly blooming Rose, 
Ere from the tree it’s torn. 
Is like the charms which Beauty shews. 
In life’s exulting morn. 
But, oh ! how soon its sweets are gone, 
How soon it withering lies ! 
So when the Eve of life comes on, 
Sweet Beauty fades and dies. 
Then, since the fairest form that’s made. 
Soon withering we shall find, 
Let us possess what ne’er will fade, 
The beauties of the Mind. 
The same — anon. 
A Rose in yonder garden grew 
In summer’s beauty bright; 
