IN FRENCH FIELDS.
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THE TWO ROSES.
In the arbour green and wild
Rose was weeping—tender child!
Bending o'er a rose less fair:
What hath vexed thee? Asked I mild,
Tell me, O my undefiled!
And she answered, whispering there:
Passing by, I heard a rose,
This one, with my tears that glows,
Say to me in softest tone,
'Opened rose may never close!'
Opened has my heart, and knows
That its peace for aye is gone.
