 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
THE ROSE, THE ZEPHYR, AND THE DEWDROP.
“Wilt thou be mine, my pretty Rose?”
A Dewdrop said, at day's declining;
“Thy balmy breath invites repose,
While sparkling stars are o'er us shining.”
Just then a Zephyr, passing by,
Breath'd softly on the Rose a sigh—
The trembling leaves her doubts disclose
What shall she do,
Between the two?—
The Zephyr, and the sparkling Dew.
A Dewdrop said, at day's declining;
“Thy balmy breath invites repose,
While sparkling stars are o'er us shining.”
Just then a Zephyr, passing by,
Breath'd softly on the Rose a sigh—
The trembling leaves her doubts disclose
What shall she do,
Between the two?—
The Zephyr, and the sparkling Dew.
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“Oh, lovely Rose,” the Zephyr cried,
“Let not the faithless Dew betray thee;—
He calls thee, now, his blooming bride,
And tempts with diamonds to array thee;
But, sweet one, at the dawn of day
The faithless Dew will fly away.”—
The trembling leaves, &c. &c.
“Let not the faithless Dew betray thee;—
He calls thee, now, his blooming bride,
And tempts with diamonds to array thee;
But, sweet one, at the dawn of day
The faithless Dew will fly away.”—
The trembling leaves, &c. &c.
The Dew replied, “Oh ne'er believe,
Sweet Rose, that Zephyr so engaging,
His soft caress of balmy eve
May, ere the morn, be turn'd to raging;
And all the charms he sighs on now,
At morn be scatter'd from the bough!”
Her trembling leaves, &c. &c.
Sweet Rose, that Zephyr so engaging,
His soft caress of balmy eve
May, ere the morn, be turn'd to raging;
And all the charms he sighs on now,
At morn be scatter'd from the bough!”
Her trembling leaves, &c. &c.
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |