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While those who never journeyed half so far,
Fill sundry volumes, and expect the world
To reverently peruse and magnify
What it well knew before.
                                      Most glorious Rose,
You are the queenly belle. On you, all eyes
Admiring turn. Doubtless you might indite
Romances from your own sweet history.
They 're all the fashion now, and crowd the page
Of many a periodical. Wilt tell
None of your heart adventures? Never mind!
All can detect the zephyr's stolen kiss
In your deep blush; so, where's the use to seal
Your lips so cunningly, when all the world
Call you the flower of love?
                                        And now good-bye;—
A pleasant gossip have I had with you,
Obliging visitants, but must away
To graver toils. Still keep your incense fresh
And free to rise to Him, who tints your brows,
Bidding the brown mould, and unsightly stem
Put forth such blaze of beauty, as translates
To dullest hearts His dialect of love.