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SUPERIOR MERIT. 199 
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ROSE, MOSS. 
Rosa Muscosa. 
Language SUPERIOR MERIT. 
Fondly the wheeling fireflies flew around her, 
Those little glitterers of the London night ; 
But none of these possessed a sting to wound her 
She was a pitch beyond a coxcomb's flight. 
Byeox. 
It is sure, 
Stamped by the seal of nature, that the well 
Of mind, where all its waters gather pure, 
Shall, with unquestioned spell, all hearts allure. 
Wisdom enshrined in Beauty O, how high 
The order of that loveliness ! 
Pekcival. 
Ah, friend ! to dazzle let the vain design ; 
To raise the thought, and touch the heart, be thine! 
This charm will grow, while that fiitigues the ring. 
Flaunts and goes down, an unregarded thing. 
So, when the sun's broad beam has tired the sight, 
All mild ascends the moon's more sober light ; 
Serene in virgin modesty she shines. 
And unobserved the glaring orb declines. 
Pope. 
All that hath been majestical 
In life or death, since time began, 
Is native in the simple heart of all 
The angel heart of man. 
J. R Lowell. 
