Watt's Songs Against Evil

<h2>THE ROSE.</h2> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">How fair is the Rose! what a beautiful flower!<br/></span> <span class="i1">The glory of April and May:<br/></span> <span class="i0">But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And they wither and die in a day.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Yet the Rose has one powerful virtue to boast,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Above all the flowers of the field!<br/></span> <span class="i0">When its leaves are all dead and fine colors are lost,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Still how sweet a perfume it will yield!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">So frail is the youth and the beauty of man,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Though they bloom and look gay like the Rose;<br/></span> <span class="i0">But all our fond care to preserve them is vain,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Time kills them as fast as he goes.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Then I'll not be proud of my youth and my beauty,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Since both of them wither and fade;<br/></span> <span class="i0">But gain a good name by well doing my duty:<br/></span> <span class="i1">This will scent like a Rose when I'm dead.<br/></span></div> </div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />