Poem.

Poem.’Tisis a sweet flower, the late, late rose,That decks the sallow autumn;And those, the dearest beams of joy,That burst when least we sought ’em.

Poem.’Tisis a sweet flower, the late, late rose,That decks the sallow autumn;And those, the dearest beams of joy,That burst when least we sought ’em.

’Tisis a sweet flower, the late, late rose,That decks the sallow autumn;And those, the dearest beams of joy,That burst when least we sought ’em.

’Tisis a sweet flower, the late, late rose,That decks the sallow autumn;And those, the dearest beams of joy,That burst when least we sought ’em.

’Tisis a sweet flower, the late, late rose,That decks the sallow autumn;And those, the dearest beams of joy,That burst when least we sought ’em.

’Tisis a sweet flower, the late, late rose,

That decks the sallow autumn;

And those, the dearest beams of joy,

That burst when least we sought ’em.

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