THREE roses rise envir'ning one gemmed
view, 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 |
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