The Last Rose Of Summer

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Title:     The Last Rose Of Summer
Author: J. C. Manning [More Titles by Manning]

Where now is the Summer's last Rose,
That reigned like a queen on the briar?
'T is faded! and o'er its grave glows
The glad warmth of Winter's first fire.

We welcome the Flame with delight,
As we welcomed the Rose in the Spring:
But the blossom's as nought in our sight
'Mid pleasures which Firesides bring.

And so with life's swallow-winged friends:
The Rose is adored in its day;
But when its prosperity ends
'T is cast like a puppet away.

[The end]
J. C. Manning's poem: Last Rose Of Summer

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