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Whose kindness (though far, far removed) 
My grateful thoughts perceive, 
Pride of my life, esteemed, beloved, 
My last sad claim receive ! 
Oh! do not quite your friend forget, 
Forget alone her faults ; 
And speak of her with fond regret 
Who asks your lingering thoughts. 
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THE LITTLE RED ROSE. 
FROM GOETHE. 
A Boy caught sight of a Rose in a bower— 
A little Rose slily hiding 
Among the boughs; oh! the Rose was bright 
And young, and it glimmered like morning light. 
The urchin sought it with haste ; ‘twas a flower 
A child indeed might take pride in— 
A little Rose, little Rose, little red Rose, 
Among the bushes hiding. 
The wild boy shouted—‘‘T’ll pluck thee, Rose, 
Little Rose vainly hiding 
Among the boughs ;"" but the little Rose spoke— 
‘‘T’ll prick thee, and that will prove no joke ; 
Unhurt, oh! then will I mock thy woes, 
Whiist thou thy folly are chiding.” , 
Little Rose, little Rose, little red Rose, 
Among the bushes hiding ! 
But the rude boy laid his hands on the flower, 
The little Rose vainly hiding 
Among the boughs ; oh! the Rose was caught, | 
But it turned again, and pricked and fought, ' 
