Edward MacDowell - O Lovely Rose
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O lovely rose
No flower that grows
Is half so fair as thou, as thou
Thy beauty rare beyond compare
Makes me in homage bow
O cruel rose
Thou dost disclose
A loveliness divine
But had I seen
Thy thorns, I ween
I’d all thy love decline
No flower that grows
Is half so fair as thou, as thou
Thy beauty rare beyond compare
Makes me in homage bow
O cruel rose
Thou dost disclose
A loveliness divine
But had I seen
Thy thorns, I ween
I’d all thy love decline
