52 VOICE OF FLOWERS. 



While those who never journeyed half so far, 

 Fill sundry volumes, and expect the world 

 To reverently peruse and magnify 

 What it well knew before. 



Most glorious Rose, 



You are the queenly belle. On you, all eyes 

 Admiring turn. Doubtless you might indite 

 Romances from your own sweet history. 

 They re all the fashion now, and crowd the 



page 



Of many a periodical. Wilt tell 

 None of your heart adventures ? Never 



mind ! 



All can detect the zephyr s stolen kiss 

 In your deep blush ; so, where s the use to 



seal 



Your lips so cunningly, when all the world 

 Call you the flower of love ? 



And now good-bye ; 

 A pleasant gossip have I had with you, 

 Obliging visitants, but must away 

 To graver toils. Still keep your incense fresh 

 And free to rise to Him, who tints your brows, 

 Bidding the brown mould, and unsightly stem 

 Put forth such blaze of beauty, as translates 

 To dullest hearts His dialect of love. 



