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Show The huii Ilea m mid the Hose. Reclining low on a mossy bed thrnuirn the Bummer's Bum-mer's ilreiuny repose, Hlushlnx at noonday a deeper red, lay the luster lus-ter ot earth, a Kosos As fair as it hope of tomorrow, as sweet us a dream of today, She knew uot tho autumn of sorrow, nor the freezing touch of dociiy. A Sunbeam paitliiK the leaves above stole Hortly through creeper and vine. And whispering words of burning love cried. -Rose, darling Itose, thou art mine!" Hut ending their fondest onibruces.aud quenching quench-ing the thrill of delight, Fell a veil that dispels and ellaces with the shadowy languors of night. As Man reverts to tho brilliant past when the day we call life Is done. So as the Sunbeam failed at last, the Rose turned to tho setting sun; And evening brieae Idling near her caught a murmur It echoes yet. That was partly a sob of rapture and partly a sigh of regret. Anonymous. |