Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.
By. William CowperThe Rose
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Which Mary to Anna conveyed;
The plentiful moisture encumber’d the flower
And weigh’d down its beautiful head.
And it seem’d, to a fanciful view,
To weep for the bud it had left with regret
On the flourishing bush where it grew.
For a nosegay, so dripping and drown’d,
And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas!
I snapp’d it, it fell to the ground.
Some act by the delicate mind,
Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart
Already to sorrow resign’d.
Might have bloom’d with its owner awhile;
And the tear that is wiped with a little address,
May be follow’d perhaps by a smile.”