SWEET , lovely rose! too soon thou’lt die,
And wither’d drop upon the ground;
Yet though thou dead and prostrate lie,
Sweet fragrance in thy leaves are found.
Bright emblem of the good and just,
Whose bodies to the grave consign’d,
Though mould’ring in their native dust,
Their deeds still leave a sweet behind.
(Elizabeth Beverley)
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