A God who could make a rose like this
With tears of dew impearled
Surely intended that ours should be
A good and lovely world.
A rose is a revelation
Of His beauty and His grace.
Stand you still and look
And in a rose behold His face,
Look in wonder, ponder, linger,
Should you pass this way.
Soft as velvet, bright as fire,
And let your glad heart say
Praises to the Maker of the earth and skies
Who made the rose for man's delight
Enchanting heart and eye.
This poem is from my scrapbook - no title or author - I have googled it unsuccessfully, so if anyone out there has any information I would be pleased to hear from you.
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