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While those who never journeyed half so far, Fill sundry volumes, and expect the world To reverently peruse and magnify What it well knew before. Most glorious Rose, You are the queenly belle. On you, all eyes Admiring turn. Doubtless you might indite Romances from your own sweet history. They 're all the fashion now, and crowd the page Of many a periodical. Wilt tell None of your heart adventures? Never mind! All can detect the zephyr's stolen kiss In your deep blush; so, where's the use to seal Your lips so cunningly, when all the world Call you the flower of love? And now good-bye;— A pleasant gossip have I had with you, Obliging visitants, but must away To graver toils. Still keep your incense fresh And free to rise to Him, who tints your brows, Bidding the brown mould, and unsightly stem Put forth such blaze of beauty, as translates To dullest hearts His dialect of love.