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DROPS PROM FLORA’S CUP. 
MITE ROSE. 
MRS. LOUISA S. P. SMITH. 
They were gathered for a bridal! 
I knew it by their hue; 
Fair as the summer moonlight 
Upon the sleeping dew. 
From their fair 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 fastened in a wreath; 
But purer were the roses 
Than the heart that lay beneath ; 
Yet the beaming eye was lovely, 
And the coral lip was fair, 
And the gazer looked and asked not 
For the secret hidden there. 
They were gathered for a bridal! 
Where a thousand torches glistened, 
Where the holy words were spoken, 
And the false and faithless listened 
And answered to the vow 
Which another heart had taken, 
Yet he was present there — 
The once loved, the forsaken. 
