







48 BEAUTY. 
adequate to convey an idea of its charms, 
although each poet in turn has made it the 
theme of song, or introduced eulogiums on 
its beauty to heighten the attractions of his 
poesy. 
Not one of all the train has, however, been 
able to do justice to its merits, though they 
have denominated it the daughter of heaven, 
the ornament of the earth, and the glory of 
spring. 
When it opens its delicate buds, the eye 
surveys its harmonious outlines with delight. 
But how shall we describe the delicate tints of 
its enchanting colours, or the sweet perfume 
which it exhales? Behold in the spring it 
raises itself softly in the midst of its elegant 
foliage, surrounded by its numerous buds. This, 
the queen of flowers, and the pride of Flora, 
seems to sport with the air that fans her, to 
deck herself with the dew-drops that impearl 
her, and to smile upon the rays of the sun 
which cause the expansion of her beautiful form. 
Proud be the rose, with rains and dews 
Her head impearling. 
WORDSWORTH. 
In producing this flower, nature appears to 
have exhausted herself by her prodigality, in 
attempting to produce so fine a specimen of 
freshness, of beauty in form, of exquisite per- 
fume, of brilliancy of colour, and of grace. 
The rose adorns the whole earth, as it is the 

