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ROSE OF THE DESERT by THOMAS MOORE


ROSE of the Desert! thou , whose blushing ray,
Lonely and lovely, fleets unseen away;
No hand to cull thee, none to woo thy sigh,
In vestal silence left to live and die, -
Rose of the Desert! thus should woman be,
Shining uncourted, lone and safe , like thee. --


Rose of the Garden, how unlike thy doom!
Destined for others, not thyself, to bloom:
Culled ere thy beauty lives thro' half its day;
A moment cherished, and then cast away;
Rose of the Garden! such is woman's lot,
Worshipt, while blooming -when she fades, forgot.




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