THE WILD RED ROSE.

BY MRS. DIR. C. S. WILSON.
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bf NTI0s' DN' .. s' " ILa0N' Thou wild red rose of the forest green; Why growest thou here in the woods scarce seen In the wild hanging woods, in this dreary nook, Why hidest thou here by this shallow brook? Thy fragrance, sweet rose, makes glad the thrush As she sings on bough of the nelghboring bush Thy scent makes glad the harmless wren, As she chirps on bough of thy woody den, Scarce seen art thou, o sweetest rose, In the forest drear where the cypress grows Except by the hunters who pass this way, 0 the forest wids that around thee play. Thou 1oild red rose of the forest bred, Art worthy a cultivated bed That thou mightest praise thy beauteous stalk, Thy fragrance fill some public walk