John Huddlestone Wynne, Fables of Flowers for the Female Sex…
“ Soft bloom’d a damask Rose. II.The Summer’s suns, the Zephyrs bland,All own’d her peerless queen;The honey’d Bee, Spring’s sweetest child,Oft’ sought her breast serene. III.Her beauties op’ning on the day,With ev’ry grace were crown’d;Imbib’d the golden solar beam,And deck’d the desart ground. [Pg 38] IV.Daughter of Nature, still she blow’d,Where human face ne’er shone;And spread her blossoms to the viewBut of the Sun alone. V.Pride of the East, a brighter glow,Beyond our garden’s bloom,Bade her with heighten’d beauty blush,And scatter rich perfume. ”
