The Rose
To those in gardens grown whate’er their hue,
I feel them all my spirit to imbue
With a most innocent and great delight.
They are all most refreshing to the sight, 5
As well as pleasant to the smell. I know,
Of all the welcome flowers on earth blow,
None that bloom fairer in the sun’s bright light:
Children, true critics of the beautiful,
All love the Rose: it is a perfect flower— 10
Form, scent and colour. What a glorious dower
Has Nature given to all! We cannot call
From all the floral gems she round us throws
One gift more graceful than the lovely Rose.
George Markham Tweddell
[Sonnets on Trees and Flowers, p. 38]
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