VERSES OCCASIONED BY A PRESENT OF A MOSS ROSE-BUD, FROM MISS JACKSON OF SOUTHGATE.
1 THE slightest of favours bestow'd by the fair
2 With rapture we take, and with transport we wear;
3 But a MOSS-WOVEN ROSE-BUD, Eliza, from thee,
4 A well-pleasing gift to a monarch would be:
5 — Ah! that illness, too cruel, forbidding should stand,
6 And refuse me the gift from thine own lovely hand!
7 With joy I receive it, with pleasure will view,
8 Reminded of thee by its odour and hue;
9 "Sweet rose! let me tell thee, tho' charming thy bloom,
10 " Tho' thy fragrance exceeds Saba's richest perfume:
11 "Thy breath to Eliza's hath no fragrance in't;
12 " And thy bloom is but dull to her cheeks blushing tint.
13 "Yet alas! my fair flower, that bloom will decay,
14 " And all thy fine beauties soon wither away;
15 "Tho' pluck'd by her hand, to whose touch thou must own
16 " Harsh and rough is the cygnet's most delicate down:
17 "Thou too, snowy hand; — nay, I mean not to preach;
18 " But the Rose, lovely moralist! suffer to teach. "
19 "Extol not, fond maiden, thy beauties o'er mine,
20 " They too are short-liv'd, and they too must decline;
21 "And small in conclusion, the difference appears
22 " In the bloom of few days, or the bloom of few years!
23 "But remember a virtue the Rose hath to boast,
24 " — Its Fragrance remains, when its Beauties are lost. "