THE ROSE. As late each flower that sweetest blows I plucked, the Garden's pride! Within the petals of a Rose A sleeping Love I spied. Around his brows a beamy wreath Of many a lucent hue; All purple glowed his cheek, beneath, I softly seized the unguarded Power, And placed him, caged within the flower, On Spotless SARA's breast. But when unweeting of the guile Awoke the prisoner sweet, He struggled to escape awhile And stamped his faery feet. Ah! soon the soul-entrancing sight He gazed! he thrilled with deep delight! "And O!" he cried-" Of magic kind "What charm this Throne endear! "Some other Love let Venus find"I'll fix my empire here." THE KISS. ONE kiss, dear Maid! I said and sighed― Ah why refuse the blameless bliss? Yon viewless Wanderer of the vale, Her nectar-breathing KISSES fling; Bashful lo! she bends her head, Too well those lovely lips disclose O fair! O graceful! bid them prove And tempts with feigned dissuasion coy TO A YOUNG ASS. ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT. POOR little Foal of an oppressed Race! Meek Child of Misery! thy future fate? The starving meal, and all the thousand aches Chained to a Log within a narrow spot Where the close-eaten Grass is scarcely seen, |