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 And faith I'm as free as the winds on Glendoo.





'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone,

All its lovely companions are faded and gone;

No flow'r of its kindred, no rose-bud is nigh,

To reflect back its blushes, or heave sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, to pine on the stem,

Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep thou with them;

Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o‘er the bed,

Where thy mates of the garden lye scentless and dead.

So, soon may I follow when friendships decay,

And from love's shining circle the gems drop away;