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THE LOVER’S OFFERING, 
there never be in us Yellow Eose. Fare¬ 
well, Burgundy Eose, the Hawthorn of 
my heart. 
MOSS ROSE-BUD. 
I do believe that unto thee 
Truth, honour, plain sincerity, 
Are jewels far before 
All that the others think are dear; 
And yet far more than they I fear, 
Because I love thee more ! 
And yet I hope, because I love 
With thoughts that set thee far above 
Vain Fortune’s glittering store ; 
Others may deem thou canst be won 
By things that sparkle in the sun, 
But oh! I love thee more! 
G. P. R. James. 
THE ROSE. 
O take this rose, so sweet and fair, 
And place it on thy bosom there; 
O let it now an emblem be 
Of all that’s fair and sweet in thee. 
