THE ROSE. Queen of fragrance, lovely rose, The beauties of thy leaves disclose ! The silver dews, the vernal show'rs, Call forth a bloomy waste of flow'rs; The joyous fields, the shady woods, Are cloth'd with green, or swell with buds; Then haste thy beauties to disclose Queen of fragrance, lovely rose ! Thou, beauteous flow'r, a welcome guest, Shalt flourish on the fair-one's breast, Shalt grace her hand or deck her hair, The flow'r most sweet, the nymph most fair; Breathe soft, ye winds! be calm ye skies, Arise ye flow'ry race, arise! And haste thy beauties to disclose, Queen of fragrance, lovely rose! But thou, fair nymph, thyself survey In this sweet offspring of a day; That miracle of face must fail, Thy charms are sweet, but charms are frail: At noon they bloom, at evening die : Yet time destroys, what sickness spares; And Cleopatra's but a name; Time must indent that heav'nly brow, And thou must be, what Helen's now. This moral to the fair disclose, Queen of fragrance, lovely rose. BROOME. THE DEATH OF JAÏRUS' DAUGHTER. A FRAGMENT. Borne on that sigh, her gentle spirit rose, And by glad myriads of the sainted just, Late in some sunless cottage-nook confin'd The toy of froward youth, if chance throw wide WRANGHAM. THE SHIP. The anchor's heav'd-she's under weigh, The gallant bark swings round, What fervent sighs on that sad day, From lovers' lips resound! And many a noble heart doth swell And many a bosom bleeds While, as they breathe a last " farewell," The lessening land recedes! The wanton zephyrs round her play, And woo her, as she laves Her bosom in the ocean-spray, And dances on the waves! And long she plough'd the pathless main, But did she e'er return again? The lazy billows softly sleep They dream not of the storm, Smooth as a glass, the dark blue deep, Reflects her lovely form! But tempest suddenly awakes The sky is overcast! Enraged his foaming crest he shakes, And blows a thundering blast,. |