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THE ROSE.

From the Spanish of Don Francisco de Rioja.

BY J. H. WIFFEN, ESQ.

1.Warm rival of the flame that dyesThe heavens, where morning takes its birth,Pure, glowing Rose! how canst thou riseSo fresh with joy, so full of mirth—Whilst conscious that thy gifted charmsPass swift as summer's transient gale,That neither can thy prickly arms,Nor purple beauty aught avail,An hour—an instant to delayThe killing stroke of quick decay?
2.The full-blown heart, the smiling cheek,That looks so happy, breathes so sweet,I fear, already, whilst I speak,Will wither in the ardent heat.For all the perfumed leaves that gladThy heart, Love paid a purple pinionFrom his rich wings; how sweet, yet sadAn image of his dear dominion!The passions blossom, charm, and bowTo death, almost as soon as thou.
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