ROSE OF PLYMOUTH.

By the fairy-gods who nursed thee, Suns and satellites grown cold, By the loves our fathers plighted, By my dearest thoughts untold, Rose of Plymouth, here’s my promise, I will wear thee in my heart, Shield and cherish as a lover, Nevermore with thee to part. I will wear thee as a rainbow, Radiant with light and spray, Radiant with tomorrow’s splendor, And a far-off yesterday. I will wear thee as an emblem. Of New England’s pride and power, Wear thee as a starry token, O my pretty, pretty flower. Symbol of the pure and comely, She that maiden of repose, She the one they called Priscilla, O my fair, my winsome rose. Scintilating, brave and blushing, Like that maiden time adores, She the one that crossed the waters, Idol of our Pilgrim shores.