THE SWEETBRIAR.
(Selected by A. S., Warepa.) The sweetbriar rose (sure everyone knows) Is armed with a merciless thorn, And there's many a dame with fair'face and good name Has a temper not fit to be borne. So we deem it our duty to warn every beauty That Ihe best of good looks may be spoiled; Nay more, that each project, her own welfare its object, May by this simple failing be foiled. Not a lovelier sight — pink blending with white — Can be seen than the petals present Of this delicate rose in our hedge as it glows And sheds forth its incomparable scent. Impelled by its charms we stretch out ouu arms Resolved at all risks to possess one, Then recoil with a shriek in a mood far from meek, Bearing wounds truly fit to distress one. Thus, though many a face is endowed with such grace As to make a wise man a mere minion, • Tao soon its possessor — let him cross or distress her — , Will compel him to change his opinion. Then glowing with ire and contempt he'll retire From her side, with his heart sorely torn, And in happier hours, among other sweet flowers, Seek like qualities — minus the thorn.
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Clutha Leader, Volume V, Issue 220, 27 September 1878, Page 7
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204THE SWEETBRIAR. Clutha Leader, Volume V, Issue 220, 27 September 1878, Page 7
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