There is some space.”
“HATH NOT THY ROSE A CANKER.”
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BY MRS. LOIS B. ADAMS.
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Pressed with the weight of morning dews,
Its slender stalk the rose was bending,
And red and white in changing hues
Upon its cheek were sweetly blending:
There is some space.”
———
BY MRS. LOIS B. ADAMS.
———
Pressed with the weight of morning dews,
Its slender stalk the rose was bending,
And red and white in changing hues
Upon its cheek were sweetly blending: