Song. the Rose-bud

" SEE, Daphne! see," Florelio cry'd, " And learn the sad effects of pride; " Yon' shelter'd Rose, how safe conceal'd! " How quickly blasted when reveal'd!

" The sun with warm attractive rays " Tempts it to wanton in the blaze; " A gale succeeds from eastern skies, " And all its blushing radiance dies.

" So you, my Fair! of charms divine, " Will quit the plains, too fond to shine " Where Fame's transporting rays allure, " Tho' here more happy, more secure.

" The breath of some neglected maid " Shall make you sigh you left the shade; " A breath to beauty's bloom unkind, " As to the Rose an eastern wind."

The nymph reply'd—"You first, my Swain! " Confine your sonnets to the plain; " One envious tongue alike disarms " You of your wit, me of my charms.

" What is, unknown, the poet's skill? " Or what, unheard, the tuneful thrill? " What, unadmir'd, a charming mien? " Or what the Rose's blush unseen?