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/ Fair girl, thy rosebud heart rests warm / Within life's summer bowers! / Nor blasts of winter's angry storm, / Nor April's changeful showers,
/ Its leaves have shed or bowed the stem; / But gracefully it stands -- / A gem in beauty's diadem, / Unplucked by ruthless hands.
/ Thus may it ripen into bloom, / Fresh as the fragrant sod, / And yield its beauty and perfume / An offering pure to God.
/ Sweet as the poetry of heaven, / Bright as her evening star, / Be all thy life in music given, / While beauty fills each bar.
Lynn, Mass., _December 8, 1866_.