jiGLANTINE- J yj OtJND TO Jd E ALi 
I LUCK not the eglantine 
But leave it there to bloom through sun and shade. 
Wilt call it thine ? 
Poor eglantine ! 
L'hen look to see it fade ! 
Oh, grasp not earth’s delight, 
But only take its fragrance, passing by. 
Our paths are bright 
Through earth’s delight. 
Which in our grasp would die ! 
JVIuSK J\OSE-pHAt^MING, 
iHE sweets of sense 
Do' they not oft with kind accession flow 
To raise harmonious Fancy’s native charm? 
So while we taste the fragrance of the rose 
Glows not her blush the fairer? 
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