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Take thou this rose, this little tender rose,
The rarest flow'r in all God's garden fair,
And let it be while yet its crimson glows
An emblem of love—I proudly, proudly bear.

Take thou this heart—the heart that loves thee well—
And let it flame before thy shrine, my own,
Take thou my heart, for Oh, your dear eyes tell
God fashioned it for you, for you alone.