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(op) 
Oo 
THE HEART THAT KNOWS NOT 
LOVE. 
WHITE ROSE BUD. 
Untouch’d, upon its thorny stem, 
Hangs the pale rose unfolding. 
HURDIS. 
Berore the breath of love animated the 
world, all the roses were white, and every heart 
was insensible. Herrick says, that 
As Cupid danced among 
The Gods, he down the nectar flung ; 
Which on the white rose being shed, 
Made it for ever after red. 
Another poet makes the rose to say, that it 
borrowed its purple hue and sweet perfume 
from Love: 
> Twas from Love, I borrowed, too, 
My sweet perfume, my purple hue. 
The white rose bud may be an appropriate 
emblem of the heart of one too young to love, 
but it is far too delicate for those who are in- 
sensible from another cause, and of whom it 
may be said in the language of Thomson, 
E’en Love itself is bitterness of soul, 
A pensive anguish pining at the heart ; 
Or, sunk to sordid interest, feels no more 
That noble wish, that never cloyed desire, 
Which, selfish joy disdaining, seeks alone 
To bless the dearer object of its flame. 

