ROSE. 
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INVITATION TO A ROSE. 
SMITH. 
Queen of fragrance, lovely Rose, 
The beauties of thy leaves disclose! 
The winter’s past, the tempests fly, 
Soft gales breathe gently through the sky; 
The lark, sweet warbling on the wing, 
Salutes the gay return of Spring; 
The silver dews, the vernal showers, 
Call forth a bloomy waste of flowers; 
The joyous fields, the shady woods, 
Are clothed with green, or swell’d with buds. 
Then haste thy beauties to disclose, 
Queen of fragrance, lovely Rose! 
The same. — anon. _ 
Nursed by the zephyr’s balmy sigh, 
And cherish’d by the tears of morn ; 
Oh, queen of flowers 1 arwake ! arise 1 
'Oh haste, delicious Rose, be born 1 
Unheeding wish 1 no — yet awhile, 
Be yet awhile thy da\Vn delay’d; 
Since the same hour that sees thee smile 
In orient bloom, shall see thee fade. 
The same. — bowring. 
Rose of the morning, in thy glowing beauty, 
Bright as the stars, and delicate and lovely, 
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