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8 THE COQUETTE.

 THE WILD ROSE.

espied, in morning light, A little rosebud blowing; 'Twas so delicate and bright, That he came to feast his sight, And wonder at its growing Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red, Rosebud brightly blowing!

"I will gather thee,"—he cried,— "Rosebud brightly glowing!" "Then I'll sting thee," it replied, 