A SONG OP THE ROSE. 



BY MRS. HEMANS. 



ROSE ! what dost thou here ? 



Bridal, royal rose ? 

 How, 'midst grief and fear, 

 Canst thou thus disclose 



That fervid hue of love which to thy heart-leaf 

 glows ? 



Rose ! too much array'd 

 For triumphal hours, 

 Look'st thou through the snade 



Of these mortal bowers, 



Not to disturb my soul, thou crown'd one of all 

 flowers ! 



As an eagle soaring 



Through a sunny sky, 

 As a clarion pouring 



Notes of victory, 

 So dost thou kindle thoughts, for earthly life too 



high 

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