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To One who Loved Me.
But I have that wee fair rose;
 There’s none in the world beside
So fair as my sweet wee rose,
 Though the garden is fair and wide!

I saw, in the purple dawn,
 My wee rose fade and pale;
Was my heart too warm, my sweet,
 Or bitter the frosted gale?
Did the summer winds grow faint
 Or chill, in the heart of May?
Or did some stranger across the stream
 Beckon thy soul away?

Oh, darling, I felt so brave,
 And my heart was true and bold,
That none might rob its treasure,
 My rose that was fairer than gold.
But, weary, I wander, seeking
 My rose o’er the daisied sod;
Where art thou hiding from me,
 Bonnie sweet rose of God?

W. R. Wills

CXIX.

To One who Loved Me.

O my lost Love! Where art thou now?
Still in the flesh, I know, for how
Could thy Soul pass from Earth and I
Not know it? But beneath what sky
Dost Thou in joyous freedom roam,
What happy country is Thy home?

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