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fables of flora. 
THE MOSS ROSE. 
If preference can be given to any one of the 
numerous varieties of the Rose, we think we 
must declare for the Moss Rose. The bud, par¬ 
ticularly of the white variety, is exquisitely beau¬ 
tiful. It signifies a confession of love; or, as 
some poet has sung, 
‘ ’T is an emblem of beauty and truth, 
Of modesty, mantled with grace's 
A type of the sweetness of youth, 
Shadowed forth in a soft-blushing face.’ 
FABLE XXVII. 
The Rosebud in the Coffin. 
Robed for the grave the young bride lay; 
Her hands were crossed upon her breast; 
The dimpling smile had ceased its play, 
And on her pale lip gone to rest. 
A Rosebud, mossy, dewy, white, 
Amid her flaxen curls was twined, 
Just opening, beautiful and bright, 
Like her unstained and thoughtful mind. 
