Classic Poem

BY THE SAME .

Y E roses, bow your lovely heads,
Nor boast your damask hue;
For, see, yon spotless lily spreads
Her charms to rival you.

So, in each beauteous female breast,
Does envy's passion dwell;
Each lovely nymph, of charms possess'd,
Endeavours to excel.

Ah! foolish maids, behold your doom
In yonder faded flow'r;
For, what is beauty's softest bloom?
The triumph of an hour!