THE LOVE LIES BLEEDING. 
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ILLUSTRATION OF THE SENTIMENT. 
The maiden sat at her busy wheel; 
■ Her heart was light and free, 
And ever in cheerful song broke forth 
Her bosom’s harmless glee. 
Her song was in mockery of love. 
And oft I heard her say, 
“ The gather’d rose and the stolen heart 
Can charm but for a day.” 
I look’d on the maiden’s rosy cheek, 
And her lip so full and bright, 
And I sigh’d to think that the benitor love 
Should conquer a heart so light; 
But she thought not of future days of woe. 
While she caroll’d in tones so gay, 
“ The gather’d rose and the stolen heart 
Can charm but for a day.” 
A year pass’d on, and again I stood 
By the humble cottage-door; 
The maid sat at her busy wheel, 
But her look was blithe no more:— 
The big tear stood in her downcast eye, 
And with sighs I heard her say, 
“ The gather’d rose and the stolen heart 
Can charm but for a day.” 
