FLORA'S INTERPRETER. 173 



ROSE, DEEP-RED. TMa is the wild fiwcot rose, im- 



Rosarubor. P roved h >' Cllltiv:it "'-. It is the 



most common species in our gar- 

 dens. 



BASHFUL SHAME. 



In velvet lips the bashful rose begun 

 To show and catch the kisses of the sun: 

 Some fuller blown, their crimson honors shed: 

 Sweet smell the golden chives that graced their head. 



Gawin Dcuglas. 

 SENTIMENT. 



Alas! that in our earliest blush 



Our danger first we feel, 

 And tremble when the rising flush 



Betrays some angel's seal! 

 Alas! for care and pallid wo 



Sit watchers in their turn, 

 Where heaven's too faint and transient glow 



So soon forgets to burn! 



Maiden! through every change the same 



Sweet semblance thou mayst wear; 

 Ay, scorch thy very soul with shame, 



Thy brow may still be fair: 

 But if thy lovely cheek forget 



The rose of purer years 

 Say, does not memory sometimes wet 



That changeless cheek with tears? 



O. W. Holmet. 



ANSWER. 



On Beauty's lids, the gem-like tear 



Oft sheds its evanescent ray, 

 But scarce is seen to sparkle, ere 



'Tis chased by beaming smiles away: 

 Just so the blush is formed and flies 



Nor owns reflection's calm control: 

 It comes, it deepens fades and dies, 



A gush of feeling from the soul. 



15* Mrs. Cmnie* 



