THREE roses rise envir'ning one gemmed
Dipped each in varying, yet enhancing, hue -
Steeped ever in a gleam of trinal Fancy's dew.
The Gontier's glow to rosy youth inclines,
The Bride, a maid's clear truth and trust entwines -
The Mermet, with their loves in tint maternal shines.
A Child on ruby life of bloom is bending;
A Maiden, charms to pallid petals lending -
A Matron, ripe of grace, both traits and beauties blending.
|A PRECOCIOUS HYACINTH||CONTENTS||TO THE GOLDEN ROD|