A Rose

A rose in a book of verses pressed,
A birthday gift,—it was long ago;
Strange how one treasures trifles best,
A rose in a book of verses pressed,
Golden my store but vain my quest,
Never a rose so red shall blow,
A rose in a book of verses pressed,
A birthday gift,—it was long ago!
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