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LAY OF THE BOSE. 
“ For if I wait,” said she, 
“ Till times for roses be, 
For the musk rose, and the moss rose, 
Royal red and maiden blush rose. 
What glory then for me. 
In such a company 1 
Roses plenty, roses plenty. 
And one nightingale fox twenty ! 
Nay, let me in,” said she,. 
“ Before the rest are free. 
In my loneness, in my loneness, 
All the fairer for that oneness. 
For I would lonely stand, 
Uplifting my white hand. 
On a mission, on a mission. 
To declare the coming vision. 
See mine, a holy heart. 
To high ends set apart,— 
All unmated, all unmated. 
Because so consecrated. 
