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Show THS VIOLET AND THE ROSE. That, day we parted, Margaret, 1 looked into your English eyes; Those violets with dew were wetl Then, fellow to the violet, I raw the pale blush roue arise That day we parted, Margaret. It touched me with a soft regret : It fll led me with a sweet surprise; Those violet with dew were wet: Fair garden where mica blooms are aetl I had not hoped to win the prize That day we parted, Margaret. But now one memory sweet I let Add courage to my wistful sighs Those violet with dew were wet ! Bweet flowers, I come to pluck you yet, Though growing under alien skiesl That day we parted, Margaret, Those violets witli dew were wet ! .-Dorothea Duuond In Frank Leslie Newspaper. |