







100 THE BOUQUET, 

ROSE — AUSTRIAN. 
Rosa BICOLOR. 
Thou art all that’s lovely. 
Ox! thou who art the fairest of earth’s daughters, 
Delighted could I sit a summer’s day, 
To drink the music of thy lips away, 
Gushing their careless melody as waters ; 
And, while I gazed upon thy full blue eyes, 
Still listening 10 thy passion-kindling songs, 
Deem myself happiest of thy votaries. 
Thus, while the morning lark his note prolongs, 
Lists the rapt bard, and, bending to the skies, 
Sends up the incense of a grateful heart, 
For such a gleam of heavenly ecstasies ! 
Oh, beautiful in feature as thou art, 
More beautiful in mind — my thoughts of thee 
Shall live in love’s undying memory. 
DAWES. 



