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FLORAL POESY. 
The spirit paused in silent thought,— 
What grace was there that flower had not P 
’Twas but a moment—o’er the Eose 
A veil of moss the Angel throws, 
And, robed m nature’s simplest weed, 
Could there a flower that rose exceed ? 
THE ROSE. 
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TRANSLATED FROM CAMOENS. 
Just like love is yonder Eose :— 
Heavenly fragrance round it throws, 
Yet tears its dewy leaves disclose. 
And in the midst of briers it blows ; 
Just like love. 
Culled to bloom upon the breast, 
Since rough thorns the stem invest. 
They must be gathered with the rest, 
And with it to the heart be prest; 
Just like love. 
And when rude hands the twin buds sever. 
They die, and they shall blossom never ; 
Yet the thorns be sharp as ever ; 
Just like love. 
THE LEGACY OF THE ROSES. 
MISS L. E. LANDON. 
On ! plant them above me, the soft and bright. 
The touched with the sunset’s crimson light, 
