A SONG OF TIIE ROSE. 
BY MBS. HEMANS. 
Rose ! what dost thou here ? 
Bridal, royal rose ? 
How, ’midst grief and fear, 
Canst thou thus disclose 
That fervid hue of love which to thy heart-lea, 
glows ? 
Rose ! too much array’d 
For triumphal hours, 
Look’st thou through the snade 
Of these mortal bowers, 
Not to disturb my soul, thou crown’d one of all 
flowers ! 
As an eagle soaring 
Through a sunny sky, 
As a clarion pouring 
Notes of victory, 
So dost thou kindle thoughts, for earthly life too 
high- 
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