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ROSE. 
Which turn’d into pearls as they fell from on' 
high j 
Their hues are all banish’d, 
Their fragrance all vanish’d 
Ere evening a shadow has cast from the sky. 
I saw, too, whole races 
Of glories and graces 
Thus open and blossom, but quickly decay j 
And smiling and gladness, 
In sorrow and sadness. 
Ere life reach’d its twilight, fade dimly away. 
Joy’s light-hearted dances, 
And melody’s glances, 
Are rays of a moment — are dying when born ; 
And pleasure’s best dower 
Is nought but a flower, 
A vanishing dew-drop—a gem of the morn. 
The bright eye is clouded. 
Its brilliancy shrouded, 
Our strength disappears, we are helpless and 
lone ; 
N o reason avails us, 
And intellect fails us : 
Life’s spirit is wasted, and darkness comes on. 
