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THE ROSE GERANIUM. 
ILLUSTRATION OF THE SENTIMENT. 
I strive to forget thee, 
And think of the past 
As a vision too bright 
And ecstatic to last. 
I struggle to banish 
From memory’s store 
The unfading remembrance 
Of joys that are o’er. 
0 could I hut drink 
From some Lethean wave, 
Whose dark rolling stream 
In oblivion would lave 
All thoughts of the pleasures 
That once I enjoy’d, 
When no mixture of sorrow 
Their sweetness alloy’d! 
When the sun’s gorgeous splendours 
Are gilding the west, 
And he sinks from his labours. 
In glory to rest, 
I mark the bright scene, 
In the thought that thy gaze 
Is directed, like mine, 
To the sun’s fading rays. 
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