ROSE. 
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INVITATION TO A ROSE. 
SMITH. 
Queen of fragrance, lovely Rose, 
The beauties of thy leaves disclose ! 
The winter’s past, the tempests fly, 
Soft gales breathe gently through the sky; 
The lark, sweet warbling on the wing, 
Salutes the gay return of Spring; 
The silver dews, the vernal showers, 
Call forth a bloomy waste of flowers; 
The joyous fields, the shady woods, 
Are clothed with green, or swell’d with buds. 
Then haste thy beauties to disclose, 
Queen of fragrance, lovely Rose! 
The same. — anon. 
Nursed by the zephyr’s balmy sigh, 
And cherish’d by the tears of morn ,• 
Oh, queen of flowers ! awake! arise ! 
Oh haste, delicious Rose, be born! 
Unheeding wish! no—yet awhile, 
Be yet awhile thy dawn delay’d ; 
Since the same hour that sees thee smile 
In orient bloom, shall see thee fade. 
The same. —bowring. 
Rose of the morning, in thy glowing beauty, 
Bright as the stars, and delicate and lovely, 
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