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POEMS.
Next time Love finds your garden gate,
Ah! lift the latch, my rose of May;
Don t leave him there to watch and wait—
Believe me, dear, it doesn't pay.
When chance, like a resistless tide,
Sweeps opportunities your way,
Ah! take the goods the gods provide,
When they provide them, rose of May.
Ah! lift the latch, my rose of May;
Don t leave him there to watch and wait—
Believe me, dear, it doesn't pay.
When chance, like a resistless tide,
Sweeps opportunities your way,
Ah! take the goods the gods provide,
When they provide them, rose of May.
C. D.
