104 FLORA AND THALIA. 



THE YOUNG ROSE. 



The young Rose which I gave thee, so dewy and 



bright, 

 Was the flow'ret most dear to the sweet bird of 



night ; 

 Who oft by the moon o'er her blushes hath hung, 

 And thrilled every leaf with the wild lay he sung. 



Oh ! take, then, this young Rose, and let her life be. 

 Prolonged by her breath she will borrow from thee ! 

 For while o'er her bosom thy soft notes shall thrill, 

 She'll think the sweet night-bird is courting her still. 



