THE ROSE IS SUCH A LADY. By Gertrude Hall.
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The rose is such a lady— So stately, fresh, and sweet; It joys to hold her image The rain pool at her feet. They look such common lasses, Those red pinks in a line; The rose is such a lady— So dignified and fine. The winds would wish to kiss her, And yet they scarcely dare; The rose is such a lady— So courteous, pure, and fair. Here’s one come from a garden To die within this book— See, in the faded features The old lady-like look!