Illustration of Frontispiece. Rose — Ivy — Myrtle

Oh! Beauty! bright rose of the world!
Oh, Love! the soul's myrtle for ever!
Oh, Friendship! fair vine round a breaking heart curled,
Without whose soft bonds it would sever!

For you a rich garland we braid,
Breathing sighs of pure incense above; —
It will bloom in the sun, it will smile in the shade,
For Beauty, for Friendship, and Love!
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