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POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
THE ROSE. 
I. 
As the Rose of the valley, when dripping with dew, 
Ts the sweetest in odour, and brightest in hue; 
So the glance of dear woman most lovely appears, 
When it beams from her eloquent eye through her 
tears. 
Anonymous. 
THE ROSE. 
IX. 
The Rose is fairest when ’tis budding new, 
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fear;; 
The Rose is sweetest washed with morning dew. 
And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears 
Scott. 
THE ROSE. 
hi. 
The Rose, the sweetly-blooming Rose, 
Ere from the tree ’tis torn, 
Is like the charms which beauty shows, 
In life’s exulting morn. 
