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THE LOVER S OFFERING, 
But a sunbeam kissed the unopened flowers, 
The following day in the noontide hours, 
Forgotten their first-born favourite’s doom, 
Proudly they burst into purple bloom, 
In the golden sunlight’s rays. 
For a few short hours they were glad and warm, 
But alas ! at eve came the sweeping storm, 
And the evening dew wept tears in vain, 
It could not revive those flowers again, 
By the cruel March wind killed. 
Condor. 
WHITE ROSES. 
They were gathered for a bridal: 
I knew it by their hue— 
Fair as the summer moonlight 
Upon the sleeping dew. 
From their bright and fairy sisters 
They were borne without a sigh, 
For one remembered evening 
To blossom and to die. 
They were gathered for a bridal, 
And bound into a wreath ; 
But purer were the roses 
Than the heart that lay beneath ; 
