5 6 June. 
But thou wouldst teach him how to find 
A shelter under every wind, 
A hope for times that are unkind, 
And every season. 
Wordsworth. 
THE ROSE. 
(from camoens.) 
Just like Love is yonder rose :— 
Heavenly fragrance round it throws, 
Yet tears its dewy leaves disclose, 
And, in the midst of briars it blows,— 
Just like Love ! 
Culled to bloom upon the breast, 
Since rough thorns the stem invest, 
They must be gathered with the rest, 
And with it to the heart be prest,— 
Just like Love ! 
And when rude hands the twin-buds sever. 
They die, and they shall blossom never ; 
Yet the thorns be sharp as ever ;— 
Just like Love ! 
Anon. 
