






THE BOUQUET. 
ROSE — MOSS. 
Rosa MUSCOSA. 
Superior Merit. 
I NEVER saw a form before 
Of such unrivalled loveliness, 
Nor one who was:of earth, who wore 
The look of heaven upon her face. 
I never knew a heart so kind, 
Such tears for others’ misery flow, 
Nor saw a hand so gladly bind 
The crushed and bleeding heart of wo. 
Her spirit was from sin so free, 
Such gladness round her path she shed, 
That all, who knew her purity, 
Poured blessings on her bright young head. 
In this cold world, I never found 
But one to whom my heart was dear; 
But thousand cords of love had bound 
Her being to this changeful sphere. 
Miss P. Carey. 
















