Flowers from dell and bower . tHe glory of the Spring is round thee; Not now the air of Summer round thee blows ;Pallid and chill the Autumns mists have found thee! Pass, falling rose! Pass, falling rose!Where are the songs that wooed thy glad unfolding ? Only the South the wood-doves soft wail knows;Far southern eaves the swallows nest are holding;Pass, falling rose! Pass, falling rose!Linger thy blooms to birth thy glory wooing ?Linger the hues that lured thee to disclose ?Long, long, their leaves the dark earth have beenstrewing; Pass, falling rose! William Cox Bennett. 128 Woo on, witli od

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Flowers from dell and bower . tHe glory of the Spring is round thee; Not now the air of Summer round thee blows ;Pallid and chill the Autumns mists have found thee! Pass, falling rose! Pass, falling rose!Where are the songs that wooed thy glad unfolding ? Only the South the wood-doves soft wail knows;Far southern eaves the swallows nest are holding;Pass, falling rose! Pass, falling rose!Linger thy blooms to birth thy glory wooing ?Linger the hues that lured thee to disclose ?Long, long, their leaves the dark earth have beenstrewing; Pass, falling rose! William Cox Bennett. 128 Woo on, witli odor wooing me, Faint rose, with fading core ;For Gods rose-thought that blooms in thee Will bloom for evermore. George MacDonald. LiVK all thy sweet life through, Sweet rose, down thine evening dewTo gather it anewWhen day is bright: I fancy thou wast meantChiefly to give delight. Christma G. Rossetii. piv) (plio THE LIBRARYUNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA Santa Barbara 6 THIS BOOK IS DUE ON THE LAST DATESTAMPED Series 9482

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