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Show Like the Summer Roie. ilv life In like the miinmei rose That opens Io ihr iiioiiiIiik kv lint ele tile Hhritles oT eeiilni; -lone h sciiileieil mi the ground to die' Vet on the iohc k humble lnd The KWietcut ifAn of nlnht sic alinl A If Mie weil the waMe In see JUit iioiie shall weep a tear for me' Alv 110 l II' tti niiliilim leaf 'I'b it lie i In the moons pale ray; Its bold Ik fiall-lts dale Is brief heiM"n- and noon lo pass amy' Yet er. Hint l?uf nhall full nnd fHite Th pneiit tree will mourn n iibiide. The 'liuls bewail llin lenflVn tree tin' lone klial' bieatlie a sigh for me' M lire Is ll'io the prints which feet Have left on Tumpa' desert slruud. Hoon as Hie rlsliiK tide shall beat All inter will viinlnh from Hie uaurl Yel. n If KtlevliiK to efface All esllKe of the human rare On th" i lone shore loud moans the ea Hut .nine, lias! shall mourn for me' Klt'lurd Henry Wilde |