POETRY.

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 The junior editor of the BANNER, received, few rose. But alas the sweet emblem of innocerce, and, may be, of young affection, has withered.- Like all of earths pretty things, it has faded have seen the favored one, looking sorrowfuly upon the beautiful emblem, since its freshness has faded and its leaves have folded in ruin, and m- agined the following to be his silent thoughts. E.

 A INFERRED ROSE. t ssAn unusual fragrance greets the sense, What is it? Sweet visitor whence comest thou To this lonely room to speak of brighter scenes Lov'd forms-sweet yoices-sweeter thoughts, now

 gone,

 Like bright morning dream An, there it is, My withered rose wthered, though cherished still. Thou vast an unmeaning gift CT given In common courtesy, to mark the gushing Of a kindly sentiment. Still sweet roSe Thou art dear to me, although thou whisprest Friendship merely; why not holier theme Thou wilt not Then own l love thee still love thy gver, r,-.her warm heart, Which beats unchangeable in unison With woman's friendship, sympathy Forever minstering sweet charity, Before thou know st thy wants And still sweetrose, Though she is gone,-to me thou can'st recall Her image as when last we met,-the grace Unspeakable ;-her flashing wit which leaves No sting behind ;-her voice of life not love, Her eye,-her bright eyes matchess meTriment, Which made the earth, and life, and all, Were beautiful And canst thou not recall The fearless, freshness of thy loving hues, Ere thou vast torn off from thy parent stem When bathed in glistening dew thou slept Midst flowers fair to see. Or did'st unfold, Meath the sweet light of southern skies, Thy budding beauty to the world, and first .Peeped forth in bashful modesty, y,"-or when She pucked thee from thy native stem, and gave hrirr cplpr rn And soft communion held with thee of all The beautiful and pure, which make earth Paradse Strike deep! Strike deep; sweet Rese Thy fresh,-thy living image on my heart, And twine myself around her image there. Why should'st thou change, why fade, why droop, When she is still as fair as she was want to be, And bright as morn in richest mantle clad ," And yet thou fad'st, and droopst. Such are my

 hopes

 To-day just sprnging into life, they glow With vital warmth ;-and in few short hours Alas, how soon: there comes whitening frost And breathes its cold breath upon them ;-or she Who warm'd them into life, her mastering hand Withdraws, and then they fade and die.