Just like love is yonder rose,
Heav'nly fragrance round it throws
Yet tears its dewy leaves disclose
And in the midst of thorns

chorus:
Just like love, just like love,
In the midst of thorns it blows,
Just like love, just like love,
Just like love.

Call'd to bloom upon the...

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Tho' rough thorns the stem invest
They must be gather'd with the rest
And with it to the heart be press'd
And with it to the heart be press'd.

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And when rude hands the twin buds sever,
They die, and they shall blossom never
And yet, the thorns be sharp as ever,
Be sharp as ever.

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