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THE LOVER'S CHEEKING, 
And from Love’s shining circle 
The gems drop away! 
When true hearts lie wither’d 
And fond ones are flown, 
Oh ! who would inhabit 
This bleak world alone P 
Moo he. 
THE WINTER ROSE. 
The soft blooms of Summer are faint to the eye 
Where brightly the gay silver Medway glides by; 
And rich are the colours which Autumn adorn, 
Its gold chequer’d leaves, and its billows of corn. 
I5ut dearest to me is the pale lonely Rose, 
Whose blossoms in Winter’s dark season unclose, 
Which smile in the rigour of Winter’s stern blast, 
And smooth the rough present by sighs of the past. 
And thus, when around us affliction’s dark power 
Eclipses the sunshine of life’s flowing hour, 
While drooping, deserted, in sorrow we bend, 
Oh! sweet is the presence of ove faithful friend. 
The crowds that smiled on us when gladness was 
ours, 
Are Summer’s bright "blossoms which Autumn 
devours! 
But the friend on whose breast we in sorrow repose, 
That friend is the Winter’s lone, beautiful rose. 
