THERE WAS A ROSE.
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"I want that rose so much;
I would take the world back there to the night
Where I saw it blush in the grass, to touch
It once in that Autumn light,
And only once, if I might.
I would take the world back there to the night
Where I saw it blush in the grass, to touch
It once in that Autumn light,
And only once, if I might.
"But a million marching men
From the North and the South would arise,
And the dead—would have to die again?
And the women's widowed cries
Would trouble anew the skies?
From the North and the South would arise,
And the dead—would have to die again?
And the women's widowed cries
Would trouble anew the skies?
"No matter. I would not care;
Were it not better that this should be?
The sorrow of many the many bear,—
Mine is too heavy for me.
And I want that rose, you see!"
Were it not better that this should be?
The sorrow of many the many bear,—
Mine is too heavy for me.
And I want that rose, you see!"
Washington, D. C., 1870,
