SONGS AND CHORUS OP THE FLOWERS. 



BV LBIOH 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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