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A drenching rain is falling still; Tall trees uprooted lie; Dark clouds that hang above the hill Like angry ghosts go by ; And ruin marks the scene around, The little Rose tree knew; Torn leaves and branches strew the ground, Where once soft zephyrs blew. A DRENCHING RAIN IS FALLING STILL TALL TREES UPROOTED LIE DARK CLOUDS THAT HANG ABOVE THE HILL LIKE ANGRY GHOSTS GO BY AND RUIN MARKS THE SCENE AROUND THE LITTLE ROSE TREE NEW TORN LEAVES AND BRANCHES STREW THE GROUND WHERE ONCE SOFT ZEPHYRS BLEW
grows, And many a drop of dew receives, At dawn and daylight’s close. The little birds hop, singing round; The chirping cricket came ; The loving breeze with soothing sound, Seemed breathing out her name; THE ENVIOUS ROSE. 63 There humming bees would often come Beneath the shady trees; The Bose, you think, in such a home, With visitors like these, Must he content. It was not so. The foolish little tree In some gay garden longed to grow; Prey to her vanity! Within her sight, beyond the wall, A gaudy sunflower grows ; ’Midst fragrant flowers, above them all, Its yellow petals rose. “I wish, among the other flowers, My happier lot was thrown!” Still sighed the Bose — one thought that sours All joys that bless her own. “Here in this lonely spot long pent, My beauty is in vain !” Thus in a foolish discontent, I heard the Bose complain. There came a sudden storm one night. The blast swept through the trees ; When Morning dawns a novel sight The trembling Bose-bush sees. 64 THE ENVIOUS KOSE.  RVOX DOTHAG BY EMILY ISABELLA WITH FRAGRANT ROSES BRIGHT GREEN LEAVES BESIDE THE HEDGE IT GROWS AND MANY A DROP OF DEW RECEIVES AT DAWN AND DAYLIGHT'S CLOSE THE LITTLE BIRD'S HOP SINGING ROUND THE CHIRPING CRICKET CAME THE LOVING BREEZE WITH SOOTHING SOUND SEEM BREATHING OUT HER NAME THERE HUMMING BEES WOULD OFTEN COME BENEATH THE SHADY TREES THE ROSE YOU THINK IN SUCH A HOME WITH VISITORS LIKE THESE MUST BE CONTENT IT WAS NOT SO THE FOOLISH LITTLE TREE IN SOME GAY GARDEN LONG TO GROW PRAY TO HER VANITY WITHIN HER SIGHT BEYOND THE WALL A GAUDY SUNFLOWER GROWS MIST FRAGRANT FLOWERS ABOVE THEM ALL ITS YELLOW PETALS ROSE I WISH AMONG THE OTHER FLOWERS MY HAPPIER LOT WAS THROWN STILL SIGHED THE ROSE ONE THOUGHT THAT SOURS ALL JOYS THAT BLESS HER OWN HERE IN THIS LONELY SPOT LONG PENT MY BEAUTY IS IN VAIN THUS IN A FOOLISH DISCONTENT I HEARD THE ROSE COMPLAIN THERE CAME A SUDDEN STORM ONE NIGHT THE BLASTS SWEPT THROUGH THE TREES WHEN MORNING DAWNS A NOVEL SIGHT THE TREMBLING ROSE BUSH SEES 
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