O rose ! the sweetest blossom, 

 Of spring the fairest flower, 

 O rose ! the joy of heaven. 

 The god of love, with roses 

 His yellow locks adorning, 

 Dances with the hours and graces. 



J. G. PERCIVAL: Anacreontic, 



the foxglove bloom 

 That rings a chime it never tells, 

 Round which the bees in concert boom 

 And rumble in its bells. 



NOKMAN GALE: A Maid's Holiday. 



