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i<b FLOWERS BY THE 1’OEES. ' 
THE MOSS r6SE. 
The angel of the flowers one day, 
Beneath a rose-tree sleeping lay,— 
That spirit to whose ■charge ’tis given 
To bathS'young -buds in dews of heaven ; 
Awaking from bis light repose, 
■The angel whispered to the rose : ' 
“ O fondest object of my care, 
Still fairest found, where all are fair ; 
For the sweet shade thoU giv’s't to me 
, Ask what thou wilt, 'tis .granted thee.!’ 
'* Then,” said the rose, with deepened glow 
“ On me another grace bestow.” 
The spirit paused, in silent thought, J 
What grace was there that flower had not ! 
’Twas but a moment,—o’er the rose 
A veil of moss the angel throws, 
And, rohed in Nature’s simplest Weed, 
Could there a flower that rose exceed ? 
. KriAimachF.r 
THE ROSE AND THE LILY. 
Of love the type, of hcauty'queen, , 
We own the Rose ; but by her side 
In spotless purity serene 
The Lily stands with modest pride. 
' Miss. Landon 
