®fce filtlc Stir Swt. 
Ooethe. 
A BOY caught sight of a rose in a bower— 
A little rose, slyly hiding 
Among the boughs; 0, the rose was bright 
And young, and it glimmered like morning light; 
The urchin sought it with haste; ’twas a flower 
A child indeed might take pride in— 
A little rose, little rose, little red rose, 
Among the bushes hiding. 
The wild boy shouted, “ I’ll pluck thee, rose, 
Little rose, vainly hiding 
Among the boughs;” but the little rose spoke— 
“ I’ll prick thee, and that will prove no joke; 
Unhurt, 0 then I will mock thy woes, 
Whilst thou thy folly art chiding.” 
Little rose, little rose, little red rose, 
Among the bushes hiding 1 
