LORA AND THALIA. 101 



SURE THE ROSE IS LIKE A SIGH. 



CO:>IPOSED BT A BLIKD CHILD. 



If this delicious grateful flower, 

 Which blooms but for a little hour, 

 Should to the sight as lovely be 

 As from its fragrance seems to me, 

 A sigh must then its colour show, 

 For that's the softest joy I know. 

 And sure the Rose is like a sigh. 

 Born just to soothe, and then to die. 



My father, when our fortune smiled, 

 With jewels decked his sightless child; 

 Their glittering worth the world might see, 

 But ah ! they shed no sweets for me ! 

 Still as the present failed to charm, 

 The trickling drops bedew'd my arm ; 

 And sure the gem to me most dear, 

 Was a kind father's pitying tear. 



