To Rosa

You are young, and I am older;
You are hopeful, I am not-
Enjoy life, ere it grow colder-
Pluck the roses ere they rot.

Teach your beau to heed the lay-
That sunshine soon is lost in shade-
That now's as good as any day-
To take thee, Rosa, ere she fade.

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