Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose—briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?
 
The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
 
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green.

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