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The rose is fairest,
when ´tis budding new,
And hope is brightest
when it dawns from fears;
The rose is sweetest
wash´d with morning dew,
And love is loveliest
when embalm´d in tears.
Sir Walter Scott, 1771
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The rose is fairest,
when ´tis budding new,
And hope is brightest
when it dawns from fears;
The rose is sweetest
wash´d with morning dew,
And love is loveliest
when embalm´d in tears.
Sir Walter Scott, 1771