2.
Thou thornless Rose, bethink thee, was it well
To shun the shade of this delightful bower?
The zephyr did not meekly fan thy flower,
But had a claim to its luxurious smell.
Thou'rt earthly - and desir'st the peace of heaven?
Thou'rt human - and expect'st celestial bliss?
A sinner - and pretend'st to holiness,
A Christian - and thou deem'st such pride forgiven?