POETRY OP FLOWERS. 
49 
THE EOSE AND STEAWBEEEY. 
Young women ! don’t be fond of killing, 
Too well I know your hearts unwilling 
To hide beneath the veil a charm— 
Too pleased a sparkling eye to roll, 
And with a neck to thrill the soul 
Of every swain with love’s alarm. 
Yet, yet, if prudence be not near, 
Its snow may melt into a tear. 
The dimpled smile and pouting lip, 
"Where little Cupids nectar sip, 
Are very pretty lures, I own : 
But, ah ! if Prudence be not nigh, 
Those lips, where all the Cupids lie, 
May give a passage to a groan. 
A Eose, in all the pride of bloom, 
Flinging around her rich perfume, 
Her form to public notice pushing, 
Amidst the summer’s golden glow, 
Peep’d on a Strawberry below, 
Beneath a leaf, in secret blushing. 
“ Miss Strawberry,” exclaimed the Eose, 
“ What’s beauty, that no mortal knows ? 
What is a charm, if never seen ? 
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