BRING FLOWERS. RING flowers, young flowers, for the festal board, vale, Bring flowers!-they are springing in wood and Their breath floats out in the southern gale, Bring flowers to strew in the conqueror's path— Bring flowers to the captive's lonely cell, Bring flowers, fresh flowers, for the bride to wear ! Bring flowers for the locks of the fair young bride! Bring flowers, pale flowers, on her bier to shed For this through its leaves hath the white rose burst; Though they smile in vain for what once was ours; Bring flowers to the shrine where we kneel in prayer, They break forth in glory-bring flowers, bright flowers! MRS. HEMANS. THE ROSE. PS the Rose of the valley when dripping with dew, Is the sweetest in odour, and brightest in hue; So the glance of dear woman most lovely appears When it beams from her eloquent eye through her tears! ANONYMOUS. THE ROSE. HE Rose is fairest when 'tis budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears; The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears. SCOTT. THE ROSE. 【HE Rose, the sweetly-blooming rose, Is like the charms which beauty shows, In life's exulting morn. But, oh! how soon its sweets are gone, So, when the eve of life comes on, Then since the fairest form that's made Soon withering we shall find, Let us possess what ne'er will fade The beauties of the mind. C. J. FOX. THE ROSE. HE Rose had been washed, just washed in a shower, The plentiful moisture encumbered the flower, And weighed down its beautiful head. The cup was all filled, and the leaves were all wet, To weep for the buds it had left with regret, I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drowned, And such, I exclaimed, is the pitiless part This elegant rose, had I shaken it less, Might have bloomed with its owner a while; And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be followed, perhaps, by a smile. COWPER |