The Rose of Eden
When all was perfect, all serene,
This lovely blossom first was seen,
It bloomed in Eden’s happy bowers
The fairest, sweetest, of its flowers,
On our first mother’s cheek it blew
Ere sin, or grief, her bosom knew,
And was the twin of that sweet smile
Which dimpled on her cheek the while
As Adam with a joyful pride
Hailed the primeval, blushing bride.
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