A SONG OF THE ROSE.
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Rose! too much arrayed
For triumphal hours,
Look'st thou thro' the shade
Of these mortal bowers,
As an eagle soaring
Thro' a sunny sky,
As a clarion pouring
Notes of victory,
Thoughts of rapture, flushing
Youthful poet's cheek;
Thoughts of glory, rushing
Forth in song to break,