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YOUNG GIRL. 
ROSE-BUD. 
Who can say whether the white rose, or 
the red, the budding, or the full blown, has 
been most celebrated ? Oft, indeed, have all 
been sung ; and the rose-bud, from its grace, 
and gradually maturing beauty, has not 
been inappropriately made emblematical of a 
young girl. 
The gentle hudding rose, quoth she, behold. 
That first scant peeping forth with morning beams. 
Half ope, half shut, her beauties doth unfold, 
In its fair leaves, and less seen, fairer seems; 
And after spreads them forth, more fair and bold. 
FAIRFAX. 
Alas! “all that’s bright must fade!” 
How true a picture of human life, and of the 
growth and decay of human beauty, is ex¬ 
hibited in the following lines by Jeremy 
Taylor. — “ But so I have seen a rose newly 
springing from the clefts of its hood; and, 
at first it was fair as the morning, and full 
with the dew of heaven, as a lamb’s fleece ; 
but when a rude breath had forced open its 
modesty, and dismantled its youthful retire¬ 
ment, it began to put on darkness, and de¬ 
cline to softness, and the symptoms of a sick- 
