
HE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
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'W aILE we invoke the wreathed spring, g 
Kesplendent Rose! to thee we'll sing, 
Resplendent Rose! the flower of flowevas 
Whose breath perfumes Olympus’ bovera, 
Whose virgin blush, of chasten’d dye, 
Enchants so much our mortal eye, 
Oft has the poet’s magic tongue 
The Rose’s fair ]uxuriance sung ; - 
And long the Muses, heavenly Yaatle 
Have rear’d it in their tuneful shades. 
When, at the early glance of morn, 
It sleeps upon the glittering thorn, 
Tis sweet to dare the tangled fences 
To cull the timid floweret thence, 
And wipe, with tender hand, away 
The tear that on its blushes lay! 
’Tis sweet to hold the infant stems, 
Yet dropping with Aurora’s gems, 
ee fresh inhale the spicy sighs 
hat from the weeping buds arise. 
When revel reigns, when mirth is high 
And Bacchus beams in every eye, 
Our rosy fillets scent exhale, 
And fill with balm the nine ae ! 
Oh, there is nought in nature ‘brigh 
Where Roses do not shed their light ! 


