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THE WINTER IT IS PAST (Continued.)
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Tlie rose ui^on the brier, by the waters running
clear,
May give joy to the linnet and the bee ;
Their little loves are bless'd, and their little hearts
at rest ;
But my true love is parted from me.
My love is like the sun, th.it in tlie s1;y Joes run,
For ever so constant and true ;
But hers is like the moon, tliat wanders up and
down,
And every month it is new.
All you that are in love, and cannot it remove,
I pitj' the pains you endure ;
For experience makes me know that your hearts
are full of wo, —
A wo that no mortal can cure.

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