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Then haste thy beauties to disclose, 
QUEEN of fragrance, lovely Rose ! 
The same . — anon. 
Nursed by the zephyr’s balmy sigh. 
And cherish’d by the tears of morn ; 
Oh, queen of flowers ! awake! arise! 
Oh haste, delicious rose, be born ! 
Unheeding wish ! no—yet awhile. 
Be yet awhile thy dawn delayed ; 
Since the same hour that sees thee smile 
In orient bloom, shall see thee fade. 
The same .— bowmng. 
Rose of the morning, in thy glowing beauty, 
Bright as the stars, and delicate and lovely, 
Lift up thy head above thy earthly dwelling, 
Daughter of heaven! 
Wake! for the watery clouds are all dispers¬ 
ing! 
Zephyr invites thee: frosts and snows of winter 
All are departed, and Favonian breezes 
Welcome thee, smiling. 
Q 
