Fowle's New Hampshire Gazette And General Advertiser

POET'S CORNER.

The Rose and Poppy.

A FABLE:

Lovely rose, of beauteous hue,
Once in a spacious garden grew;
A poppy near, which oft had seen
The stately flower's haughty mien;
With envy fir'd, repuls'd her pride,
And thus in scornful tauntings cry'd:

"Vain, gaudy rose, you little know
Your beauty works your overthrow;
For when your curious master's drest,
He'll pluck thee to adorn his breast:
Where, ere the sun is set, you'll fade,
And all your beauties be decay'd:
Then from his breast the careless swain
Will fling his rose with cold disdain;
There trodden under foot you'll lie,
Your charms forgot, unheeded die.
So on thy beauty ne'er depend,
Since with the day its date may end;
Whilst I, who ne'er could boast a charm,
May rest secure from future harm:
By none admir'd, by none I'm sought;
But you by ALL--by ALL are caught."