Placed with a Rose upon a Lady's Cheek.
Roses on roses I bestow;
Bright rose! to brighter roses go—
Bask in the sunlight of her eyes,
Nor dread their fires; the dews which rise
In pity for a heart that grieves,
Will shed reviving coolness on thy leaves.
QUESTUS.
Norfolk.
For the Southern Literary Messenger.
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