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Poems (Osgood)/The "Fairer Flower"

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by Frances Sargent Osgood
The "Fairer Flower"
4444864Poems — The "Fairer Flower"Frances Sargent Osgood

THE "FAIRER FLOWER."
"Oh! are they not most bright and fair!"
The youthful lady cried;
And pointed to her blossoms rare
With playful love and pride.

The soft moss-rose with veilèd bloom,
Droops o'er the hands that tie it;
The lily lends its light perfume,
The woodbine clusters by it.

But on the lady's lovely face,
A blush out-blooms the rose;
And 'neath the hand that clasps the vase,
Less fair the lily shows.

A soldier true and brave was he,
And crown'd with loftiest honor;
He bent his dark and dauntless eyes
With soften'd gaze upon her—

"Dear lady, yes! 'tis well the bower
Its loveliest lends to thee,
But I can show a fairer flower
If thou'lt but come with me!"

She gave her hand with artless grace,
She cross'd the room half dreaming;
And there he show'd her own sweet face
Within the mirror beaming!