102 FLORA AND THALIA. 



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THE ROSE. 



As through a garden late I roved, 

 And musing walked along, 



While list'ning to the blackbird's note, 

 Or linnet's cheerful song; 



Around were flowers of various hues ; 



The pink and daisy pied ; 

 When, in the centre of a grove, 



A blushing rose I spied. 



Eager to pluck the beauteous flower, 



I quickly hastened there ; 

 Securely in my bosom placed. 



And watched with tender care. 



Its fragrant odours grateful were, 

 And pleasant to the sense ; 



Its leaves with brighest colours glowed 

 Like virgin innocence. 



But, lo, ere evening dews descend. 

 Those beauteous tints were fled ; 



Withered and blasted in their prime. 

 And drooped its tow'ring head. 



