110 FLORA AND THALIA. 



THE MOSS-ROSE. 



In the garden of Venus a Moss-rose grew, 



As sweet as a morning in May ; 

 But the sunbeams had drank all her exquisite dew, 



And left her, alas ! to decay. 

 A Zephyr, who long in his covert had lain, 



As the twilight advancing stole out, 

 He danced with the Gossamers over plain? »-ja 



And fanned them in ether about. 

 He saw the Rose drooping, as nearer he flew. 



And skipped round her withering stem ; 

 The soft air of evening over her blew. 



And decked her with many a gem. 

 As lovely again did appear the Moss-rose, 



As when in her earlier bloom ; 

 And to Zephyr she gave, as she sank to repose, 



All the sweets of her luscious perfume. 



T. B. 



