It is a mournful pleasure to remember the exquisite taste
and delight she evinced in the arrangement of a Bouquet; and
how often she wished that, hereafter, she might appear to me
as a beautiful flower!
Oh! lay me where my Rosa lies,
And love shall o'er the moss-grown bed,
When dew-drops leave the weeping skies.
His tenderest tear of pity shed.
And sacred shall the willow be,
That shades the spot where virtue sleeps;
And mournful memory weep to see
The hallow'd watch affection keeps.
Yes, soul of love! this bleeding heart
Scarce beating, soon its griefs shall cease;
Soon from his woes the sufferer part,
And hail thee at the Throne of Peace
Rosa's Grave
Thomas Gent
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