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 8 THE ROSE-TREE. A Rose tree in full bearing, Had sweet flowers fair to see; One Rose beyond comparing, DU: For beauty attracted me: Thor eager once to win it, Lovely, blooming, fresh and gay, I find a canker in it, And now throw it far away. How fine this morning early, The sun shining clear and bright, So late I lov'd you dearly, Tho'lost now each fond delight. The clouds seem big with showers, Sunny beams no more are seen; Farewell ye happy hours, Your falschood has chang'd the scene. FINIS