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poems.
No rose that trembles in the breeze
Had e'er a fairer hue,
No cooler spot 'mong shady trees
Has ever shelter'd yon.
Had e'er a fairer hue,
No cooler spot 'mong shady trees
Has ever shelter'd yon.
Here when the stormy winds arise
Thou shaft securely dwell;
And music whispers in the sighs
That tremble in the shell.
Thou shaft securely dwell;
And music whispers in the sighs
That tremble in the shell.
When morning lit the summer sky
The bee came forth again;
I let her from my casement fly,
Nor look'd for her in vain.
The bee came forth again;
I let her from my casement fly,
Nor look'd for her in vain.
She ever faithfully came home
To her own chosen nest;
Each morning she afar would roam,
But come at night to rest.
To her own chosen nest;
Each morning she afar would roam,
But come at night to rest.
When autumn stripp'd the rustling trees
And summer's smile was gone,
And winter whisper'd in the breeze
And swept across the lawn,
And summer's smile was gone,
And winter whisper'd in the breeze
And swept across the lawn,
I miss'd my gentle murm'ring bee,
And sought her in her bower;
For well I knew, if she were free
She'd not forget this hour.
And sought her in her bower;
For well I knew, if she were free
She'd not forget this hour.
