
THE POETRY CF FLOWERS. 151 
WHITE ROSES. 
BY SARAH LOUISA P. SMITH. 
Tey were gather’d for a bridal! 
I knew it by their hue: 
Fair as the ale mer moonlight 
Upon the sleeping dew. 
From their fair and fairy sisters 
They were borne, without a sigh, 
For one remember’d evening 
To blossom and to die. 
They were gather’d fora bridal! 
And fasten’d in a wreath 
But purer were the roses 
Than the heart that lay beneath; 
Yet the beaming eye was lovely, 
And the coral lip was fair, 
And the gazer look’d and ask’d not 
For the secret hidden there. 
They were gather’d for a bridal! 
' Where a thousand torches glisten’d, 
When the poy aon were spoken, 
And the false and faithless listen’d 
And Seed to the vow 
ae hie anor Hoare a taken, 
Y ee hes 



