

| BY MRS. HEMANS. || 
Rose! what dost thou here ? | 
1 Bridal, royal rose ? 
f How, ’midst grief and fear, | 
Canst thou thus disclose 
| That fervid hue of love which to thy heart-leaf: | 
| glows 2 | 
Rose! too much array’d 
|| For triumphal hours, 
| Look’st thou through the shade 
[| Of these mortal bowers, || 
i| Wot to disturb my soul, thou crown’d one of all || 
i flowers! || 

| As an eagle soaring | 
| Through a sunny sky, | 
As a clarion pouring | 
Notes of victory, {| 
30 dost thow kindle thoughts, for earthly life too | 
high— | 

Thoughts of rapture, flushing || 
Youthful poet’s cheek, | 
Thoughts of glory ru 






