ROSE. 
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THE ROSE THAT BLOOMS AGAIN. 
BARTON. 
Of the brightness and beauty of Summer and 
Spring 
There is little left, but the roses that blow 
By this friendly wall. To its covert they cling, 
And eagerly smile in each sunbeam’s glow : 
But when the warm beam is a moment with¬ 
drawn, 
And the loud whistling breeze sweeps over 
the lawn, 
Their beauteous blossoms so fair and forlorn, 
Seem to shrink from the wind which ruffles 
them so. 
Poor wind-lost tremblers ! some months gone 
b y> 
You were fanned by breezes gentler than 
these ; 
When you stretched out your leaves to a sum¬ 
mer sky, 
And opened your buds to the hum of bees; 
But soon will the winter be past, and you, 
When his winds are gone to the north, shall 
renew 
Your graceful apparel of glossy hue, 
And wave your blossoms in Summer’s 
breeze. 
