The Court Magazine, 1833, Volume III, Pages 45-46
SUMMER SONGS, BY MRS. HEMANS.
I.—A SONG OF THE ROSE.
Hast thou no fears, O thou exulting thing;
Thus looking forth on life? Is there no spell
In the strong wind to tame thee? Thou hast yet
To learn harsh lessons from the changeful hours,
And bow thy stately head submissively
Unto a heavy touch; for here, bright shape!
Thy resting-place is not.
Rose, what dost thou here?
Bridal, royal Rose!
How, 'midst grief and fear,
Canst thou thus disclose
Rose! too much arrayed
For triumphal hours,
Look'st thou through the shade
Of these mortal bowers,
As an eagle soaring
Through a sunny sky,
As a clarion pouring
Strains of victory,
Thoughts of rapture, flushing
Youthful poet's cheek;
Thoughts of glory rushing
Forth in song to break;