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the thornless rose.
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THE THORNLESS ROSE.
Hannah! the flower thy hand bestows,
A treasured gift shall be;
And may the sweetly perfumed rose
Be a meet type of thee.

Thine, Hannah, was a thornless flower,—
A gift, as sweet as rare.
O! may thy life's untroubled bower
But thornless roses bear.

On that fair brow, so free from gloom,
Untouched by sorrow's blight,
May Innocence unsullied bloom,
In hues of living light.

Let Nature's blush to thy young cheek,
Its radiant tints impart,
And truth's most holy fount bespeak
Deep treasured in thy heart.

Fresh as that leaflet's hue of green,
O! may thy young hopes be;
Nor cloud obstruct the light serene
Of holy memory.

Like the sweet breathing perfume shed
Around the faded rose,