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Quotes by Rose Terry Cooke
Till the rose's lips grow pale With her sighs.— filed under Flowers-Rose
Arbutus, Trailing. Epigea repens. Darlings of the forest! Blossoming alone When Earth's grief is sorest For her jewels gone- Ere the last snow-drift melts your tender buds have blown.— filed under Flowers-Apple Blossoms