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HOSE. 
Secure in loveliness that never dies— 
Nor snow, nor hail, nor warring winds are 
there, 
Nor changing seasons, nor inclement skies ; 
But, blooming safe beneath a kinder care. 
Thou shalt in calm serenity arise, 
For ever fragrant, and for ever fair. 
SONG OF THE ROSE. 
ANON. 
Some say no flower that courts the eye 
In beauty with the Rose can vie. 
And none that yet perfumed the air 
May with the fragrant Rose compare ; 
They call me the Queen of the garden 
bower, 
And say that I am the sweetest flower 
That ever blossomed on spray or stem, 
Or glittered in Flora’s diadem : 
But for me—I envy no flower that blows, 
While I am called merry England’s own bonny 
Red Rose. 
Yes, how could the poet e’er venture to tell 
The charms on Beauty’s young cheek that 
dwell,. 
