Poems (Griffin)/Crushed Roses

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CRUSHED ROSES.
I LOVE the pleasant odors Wafted on the breeze of morn,From the dewy cells of violets sweet, Or the fragrant, blooming thorn.
'Tis sweet to catch the passing breath Of hyacinths in bloom,When gentle winds disseminate Their delicate perfume.
There's inspiration in the scent Of thyme and wild-wood flowers;And prophesying dreams are lent To slumber 'neath their bowers.
But sweeter than the violet, Or thyme, or blooming thorn,Is the perfume of crushed roses, On the evening breezes borne.
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