Fair one ! take this Rose, and wreath it 



In thy braided hair : 

 A brighter bloom will rest beneath it, 



Take this Rose my fair ! 

 The How er which late was seen to i;i.>v> , 

 So lovely on that snowy brow, 

 Lo\'d thy hp, and lightly shed 

 A dewy leaf of rosy red, 



lo blush for ever there. 



Take this Lily love, and twine it 



With thy waving hair : 

 ^Twill gem the ringlets, why decline it ' 



Take the flower my fair ! 

 And yet its leaflets, pure and pale 

 In beauty on thy brow will fail : 

 That brow attracts all eyes to thee, 

 And none will choose, or chance to sco 



The Lily fading there. 



A A. I' 



