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The rose that comes on winter's day / It is the rarest rose -- (they say) / To venture forth so bright and bold, / With velvet leaves and heart of gold, / To wear so brave array: -- / Daring the icy atmosphere, / Your winter roses, greet me -- Dear / And love, all warm amid the snows, / Comes with the rose.