





208 THE POETRY OF FLC WERS. 
Where morning pair 
Her fingers burn with rosea 
And. when, at length, with pale dacitiies 
Its florid beauties fade and pine, 
Sweet as in youth its balmy breath 
Diffuses odour e’en in death ! 
O, whence could such a plant have sprung ? 
Attend—for thus the tale is sung :— 
When humid from the silvery stream, 
Effusing pombe Ss warmest 
Venus appeared in flushi 
Mellowed by Ocean’s briny dews; 
When, in the starry courts above, 
The pregnant brain of mighty Jove 
Disclosed the nyn nph of azure glance! 
The nymph who shakes the martial lance 
Then, then, in strange eventful hour, 
The earth produ ced an infant flower, 
Which sprung with blushing Ponsa dress’ 1, 
And wanton’d o’er its p 
The gods beheld this 
And hail’d the Rose 
With nectar drops, a ruby tide, 
The sweetly orient buds they dyed, 
And bade them bloom, f 
Of him whe 
And bade the 
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