THE ROSE. As through a garden late I roved, Or linnet's cheerful song; Around were flowers of various hues ; The pink and daisy pied; When, in the centre of a grove, A blushing rose I spied. Eager to pluck the beauteous flower, And watched with tender care. Its fragrant odours grateful were, Its leaves with brightest colours glowed But, lo, ere evening dews descend, Those beauteous tints were fled; Withered and blasted in their prime, And drooped its tow'ring head. Sweet blossom! then I sighing said, Be thou my silent monitor, And warn my heedless youth, The graces of the mind to seek, For outward charms of shape or face But virtue, lovely e'en in death, Fresh beauties will disclose. ORIGINAL. THE YOUNG ROSE. THE young Rose which I gave thee, so dewy und bright, Oh! take, then, this young Rose, and let her life be, Prolonged by her breath she will borrow from thee! For while o'er her bosom thy soft notes shall thrill, She'll think the sweet night-bird is courting her still. A ROSE-BUD BY MY EARLY WALK. A ROSE-BUD, by my early walk, All on a dewy morning. Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled, Sae early in the morning. She soon shall see her tender brood So thou, dear bird, young Jeany fair, That tents thy early morning. So thou, sweet Rose-bud, young and gay, BURNS. THE ROSE OF SUMMER. CHILD of the Summer, charming Rose, The rains are gone, the storms are o'er, The sun is dress'd in beaming smiles, wwwww CASSIMIR. THE DOG ROSE. THE rose is fairest when 'tis budding new, LADY OF THE LAKE. THE MOSS-ROSE. (Rosa muscosa.) THE Rosebud swelled in Sharon's vale, It prov'd the warmth of summer sky; The Rose of England beamed of yore, And sullied were its leaves to view; Sweet innocence! by mercy fed, With light, and warmth, and shelter meet; Whilst winter all his horrors sped, In drifted snow and driving slect; Thus have I seen, in maiden form, A beauteous nursling of the storm! |