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While Flora has her home above,

Gay Laura o’er the mead was dancing;

With merry words she laughed at Love,

Her saucy eyes around him glancing;

—But as she went with playful air,

Sportive as winds when evening closes,

The boy-god struck her to the heart—

For Love lay hid among the roses!

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Beware, fair maids, the subtle foe,

Where’er you are he slyly lingers,

With smiling look but bended bow,

And arrow quivering in his fingers.

And when you think him far away,

Believe the god at hand reposes—

Oh! fly the cheat or fall his prey;—

Love ever hides among the roses.

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