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First Line: I saw the wild rose on its parent thorn
Last Line: And still the hapless flower resembles thee!


I saw the wild rose on its parent thorn,
Half-clos'd, soft blushing, thro' the glittering dew,
Wave on the breeze and scent the breath of morn;
Lelia, the lovely flower resembled you.

Scarce had it spread to meet the orb of day,
Its fragrant beauties opening to the view,
When ruffian blasts have torn the rose away: --
Lelia, -- alas! it still resembles you!

So torn by wild and lawless passion's force
From every social tie thy lot must be;
At last oblivion shades thy future course,
And still the hapless flower resembles thee!





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