ROSE. 
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THE ROSES. 
ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND ON THE BIRTH 
OF IIIS FIRST CHILD. 
MONTGOMERY. 
Two Roses, on one slender spray, 
In sweet communion grew, 
Together hail’d the morning ray, 
And drank the evening dew; 
While sweetly wreathed in mossy green, 
There sprang a little bud between. 
Through clouds and sunshine, storms and 
showers, 
They open’d into bloom. 
Mingling their foliage and their flowers, 
Their beauty and perfume ; 
While foster’d on its rising stem, 
The bud became a purple gem. 
But soon their summer splendour passed, 
They faded in the wind ; 
Yet were these roses to the last 
The loveliest of their kind; 
Whose crimson leaves, in falling round, 
Adorn’d and sanctified the ground. 
When thus were all their honours shorn, 
The bud unfolding rose ; 
