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THREE ROSES
"Oh, shall it be a red rose, a red rose, a red rose,
A deep-tinted red rose?" said she.
   "In the sunny garden closes,
   How they burn, the dark-red roses,
How they lift up their glowing cups to me!"

"Oh, shall it be a blush rose, a blush rose, a blush rose,
A dewy, dainty blush rose?" said she.
   "At its heart a flush so tender,
   With what veiled and softened splendor
Droopeth now its languid head toward me!"

"Oh, shall it be a white rose, a white rose, a white rose,
A fair and fragrant white rose?" said she.
   "With its pale cheek tinted faintly,
   'Tis a vestal, pure and saintly,
Yet its silver lamp is shining now for me!"