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OMES the broken flower— Comes the cheated maid— Though the tempest lower,
 * Rain and cloud will fade!

Take, O maid, these posies:
 * Though thy beauty rare

Shame the blushing roses,
 * They are passing fair!
 * Wear the flowers till they fade;
 * Happy be thy life, O maid!

O'er the season vernal,
 * Time may cast a shade;

Sunshine, if eternal,
 * Makes the roses fade:

Time may do his duty;
 * Let the thief alone—

Winter hath a beauty
 * That is all his own.
 * Fairest days are sun and shade:
 * Happy be thy life, O maid!