THE LITTLE MOSS ROSE.

A FAIRY once gave me a sweet little gem,
On a bright sunny day, long ago;
And as she let go of its delicate stem,
She called me her dear little beau.

The look she then gave me I ne'er can forget,
While the current of life ebbs and flows;
And the sweet little gem I remember it yet —
'Twas a beautiful little Moss Rose.

Such little endearments, how strangely they twine
Round the heart as a garland of love,
Giving peace to the soul, like a halo divine
Coming down from the regions above.

Of all the sweet flowers of the garden or glen,
Where the breeze of the south softly blows,
Ever plucked by the sons or the daughters of men,
O, give me the pretty Moss Rose !

THE END.