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6 O maiden dear! thyself prepare, We soon shall meet upon that shore, Where love is free from doubt or care, And thou and I shall no more, Loud craw'd the cock the shadow fled, No more of Sandy could she see, But soft the spirit said, "0 Mary! weep no more for me."

THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER.

'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone, All her lovely companions are faded and gone No flowers of her Kindred no rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes or give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee thou lone one to pine on the stem, (with them Since the lovely are sleeping - go sleep thou 'Thus kindly I'll scatter thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead,

So soon may I follow when friendships decay, And from loev's shining circle the gems drop away,