To Rosa, par Abraham Lincoln

Abraham Lincoln

To Rosa

You are young, and I am older;

You are hopeful, I am not—

Enjoy life, ere it grow colder—

Pluck the roses ere they rot.

Teach your beau to heed the lay—

That sunshine soon is lost in shade—

That now’s as good as any day—

To take thee, Rosa, ere she fade.

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