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A LITTLE BUNCH OF ROSES
A little bunch of roses "Neath the stars last night were born on the bush close by my window, Near the elm tree and the thorn.
I woke this morning early, Drew my curtain white aside, And found them blushing sweetly Like some young and timid bride.
Into my heart their beauty Stole, like tunes I love to hear, And their fragrance was the incense of my morning hymn and prayer.
They had sought to hide their faces "Neath a summer veil of green, And, like brides, their modest faces, Half concealed, were fairer seen.
And I sighed to see them tremble At the kisses of the breeze, While they smiled upon the wooing Of the roving robber-bees.