SONGS AND CHORUS OF THE FLOWERS. 



B T LEIOH HUNT. 



ROSES. 



WE are blushing roses, 

 Bending with our fulness, 



'Midst our close-capp'd sister buds 

 Warming the green coolness. 



Whatsoe'er of beauty 



Yearns and yet reposes, 

 Blush, and bosom, and sweet breath, 



Took a shape in roses. 



Hold one of us lightly 



See from what a slender 

 Stalk we bower in heavy blooms, 



And roundness rich and tender : 

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