LOVE IS DANGEROUS. 
195 
ROSE, CAROLINA. 
Rosa Carolina. 
Language — LOVE IS DANGEROUS. 
Love is like the singing bird — 
He will sit and sigh 
Tender tales in summer time, 
’Neath a cloudless sky. 
He will sing all day to thee, 
When the flowers are gay ; 
But when dreary winter comes, 
He hath flown away. 
Wait you, then, in vain to hear 
His melodious tone; 
Other ears receive the vows 
Once you thought your own. 
Love is like the honey bee, 
Ever on the wing, 
Gathering sweets from every flower, 
With a poisoned sting. 
Don’t believe him, lady fair; 
List not to his strain ; 
Or, alas ! too late thou’lt know 
That his vows are vain. 
Marik Roseau. 
