KOSE OF THE JUESERT. 



Rose of the Desert ! thou, whose blushing ray, 

 Lonely and lovely, fleets unseen away; 

 No hand to cull thee, none to woo thy sigh, — - 

 In vestal silence left to live and die,— 

 Rose of the Desert ! thus should woman be. 

 Shining uncourted, lone and safe, like thee. 



Rose of the Garden, how unlike thy doom ! 

 Destined for others, not thyself, to bloom; 

 Culled ere thy beauty lives through half its day; 

 A moment cherished, and then cast away; 

 Rose of the Garden ! such is woman's lot, — 

 Worshipped, while blooming — when she fades, forgot. 



