104 PLOBA’S DIAL. 
Qlngnst 1. 
BURGUNDY ROSE. — Simplicity. 
The nymph-like robe, the natural grace, 
The Smile, the nature of the face, 
Refinement without art; 
The eye where pure affection beams,' 
The tear from tenderness that streams, 
The accents of the heart; 
The trembling frame, the living cheek, 
Where blushes, like the morning break, — 
Thy beauties these. Logan. 
August 2. 
DAMASK ROSE. — Bashful Love. 
I cannot when present, unfold what I feel, 
I sigh-can a lover do more ? 
Her name to my friends I can never reveal, 
Yet I think of her all the day o’er. 
My dearest, oh say, do you long for my love, 
Do you sigh for an interview soon? 
Oh! cast a kind look upon me as you rove, 
• Alone by the light of the moon ! Logan. 
