CHRISTMAS ROSE. 
Hark! what strange noises rend the air! 
Sure monsters haunt the scene! 
See how they grin, and snatch, and tear, 
And gorge the foliage green. 
Well, let them gorge, and grin, and smile, 
Their breasts are free from sorrow; 
Why should they quit Antyc’ra’s Isle, 
To know a gloomy morrow ? 
