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/ The rose that all are praising / Is not the rose for me; / Too many eyes are gazing / Upon the costly tree. / But there's a rose in yonder glen / That shuns the gaze of other men, / For me its blossom raising -- / Oh, that's the rose for me! / HAYNES BAYLEY.
And Mary -- her love and trust had indeed stood full proof against the / breath of warning and insinuation, which had passed over their strength / and beauty as unavailingly as the breeze across the hardy floweret.