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WITHERED HOPES by CHARLES WHITWORTH WYNNE

First Line: LAST NIGHT MY HEART WAS AS A FADING ROSE
Last Line: BUT, LIKE MY HEART, THE SOUL O' THE ROSE HAD FLED.
Subject(s): FLOWERS; HOPE; LOVE; ROSES; OPTIMISM;
LAST night my heart was as a fading Rose,
Which in an Urn of Tears I did dispose.
Dawn stoop'd to raise the Rose's drooping head,
But, like my heart, the soul o' the Rose had fled.



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