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W. C. SCULLY.
SONG.
A red rose hung on a green rose-tree,
And the summer winds were blowing;
It grew where a streamlet babbled free,
'Tween mossy rocks swift flowing.
A humble bee sought the rose's heart,
While the summer winds were blowing;
And the red rose petals he rent apart
For the pollen, yellow glowing.
A preying bird seized the hapless bee,
While the summer winds were blowing;
And upon a spine of a thorny tree
Hung him high, in the sunlight showing.
A hawk swooped out of the sunlit sky,
While the summer winds were blowing,
And bore the bird to the eyrie high,
Where its hungry young were cawing.
W. C. Scully.
