Here-for they could not help but die-
The daughters of the Rose-Bush lie:
Here rest, interred without a stone,
What dear Lucinda gave to none,-
What forward beau, or curious belle,
Could hardly touch, and rarely smell.
Dear Rose! of all the blooming kind
You had a happier place assigned,
And nearer grew to all that ‘s fair,
And more engaged Lucinda’s care,
Than ever courting, coaxing swain,
Or ever all who love, shall gain.
(Philip Morin Freneau)
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