ES Mees os eee = 
ERS, 
ROSE. 109 
ems, 
ng With nectar drops, a ruby tide, 
The sweetly orient buds they dyed, 
And bade them bloom, the flowers divine 
Of him who sheds the teeming vine ; 
And bade them on the spangled thorn 
Expand their bosoms to the morn. 



ie According to ancient Fable, the red colour of 
; the Rose may be traced to Venus, whose delicate 
foot, when she was hastening to the relief of 
her beloved Adonis, was pierced by a thorn, 
that drew blood, 
ath Which on the White Rose being shed 
Made it for ever after red. 



HERRICK. 

Its beautiful tint is traced to another source 


mm by a modern poet : 
As erst, in Eden’s blissful bowers, 
Young Eve survey’d her countless flowers, 
An opening Rose of purest white 
< She mark’d with eye that beam’d delight, 
2) Its leaves she kiss’d, and straight it drew 
8! a From beauty’s lip the vermeil hue. 
a CAREY. 
et, The origin of that exquisitely beautiful va- 
ures ds, riety, the Moss Rose, is thus fancifully accounted 
‘ for: 
ath The Angel of the Flowers, one day, 
Beneath a Rose Tree sleeping lay, 
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