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THE LAST ROSE.
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I saw a rosc--!t was the last,


That bloom'd upon the parent stem;
The time OF how'rs, all! now had past,


And none was left but this sweet gem;
It's lovely sisters all had died


The tender fpwrcts all had gone
But it was young, and in its pride;


To Time, the wth'rcr, quite unknown.
NJ storm had touch'd it-and away


Did Zephyr, with his slken wing,
Drive the too warm depressing ray


That plirbus, else, would OH it fling.
hill evenings bright and bamy tear,
That dropt upon its blushing breast,
secm'd loath to quit its lovely bier,


Aud close, and closer 10 it prest.
I saw that rose wther and fade;


Again pass'l-the tree WAS bare;
Obvion's dark, and silent shatle,


ycil'd the sweet rose that flourisl'd there.
I've seen, like this forgotten how'r,


The form Of beauty fade and fly;
in all IT'S dazzling, bo,ndless, pow'r,


Alas! I've seen the phantom die.
we see Life, like this lovely rose,


Bloom for il while, then pass away;
Anon it comcs--anon t goes,


Like bubbles of the foan,ng spray.
AMI Youth is like the roses bloom,


Swift passing AS the whirlwihd's breath:
A thing to fill the loathsome tomb,


And show the mighty pow'r of Death.