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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 207 
ANACREON TO THE ROSE, 
‘WHILE we invoke the wreathed spring, 
Resplendent Rose! to thee we’ll sing, 
Resplendent Rose! the flower of flowera. 
Whose breath perfumes Olympus’ bowers, 
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 maids 
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 fence, 
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, 
And fresh inhale the spicy sighs 
That from the weeping buds arise. 
When revel reigns, when mirth is high 
And Bacchus beams in every eye, 
Our rosy fillets scent exhale, 
\nd fill with balm the fainting gale ! 
Oh, there is noug):: in nature bright, 
WVhere Roses do not shed their light ' 

