THE MOSS ROSE. 
FKOM THE GER M AN OF K R U M M A C H E R . 
BY B. J. LOSSING. 
Beneath a Rose-bush, slumbering lay 
A seraph bright, from Flora’s bovver,— 
’Twas he, who, at the close of day 
Sprinkles with dew each fragrant flower, 
He ’woke, and on the Rose-bush smiled, 
And with a voice that breath’d of Heaven, 
Thus spake—“ Thou art my loveliest child, 
A favor ask, and ’twill be given.” 
“ Adorn me with a lovelier charm”— 
The spirit of the Rose-bush pray’d, 
The angel, stretching forth his arm, 
In simple Moss the flower array’d ! 
It stood, the loveliest of its kind, 
A sweet Moss Rose in simple dress; 
Bright emblem of a modest mind 
Adorn’d with nature’s loveliness. 
Thus, dearest sister, lay aside, 
The gaudy ornaments of Art— 
Let modest Worth be all thy pride,— 
Let Virtue decorate thy heart. 
N !•' w Yokk. 1846. 
