Dawn V.

The Day has dawned, thy festal Day, O Rose;

Our cheeks all glow in thy bright Ray, O Rose.

Love was the Gardener of the Rose-bed there;

And now thy Flower blooms forth all gay, O Rose.

When Herald Breezes blew: The Rose! the Flowers

Kneeling to thee glad Homage pay, O Rose.

The Tulips danced; the Lilies, drinking there,

Their brightest hues to thee display, O Rose.

The Cypress whispered to the Ivy: Wake!

Why dream'st thou, Child? She dreamed thy Play, O Rose;

The Nightingale a thousand long nights through

But trilled thy own sweet Melody, O Rose.

The Heavens more fair assume thy radiant form,

But thou outviest their Phantasy, O Rose.

The Rose a message brings from Paradise

Where Souls for thee all eager stay, O Rose.

The Rose brings greeting to the Soul from Home;

The Soul forgets thee not for aye, O Rose.

The Rose unfolds the Sign of Beauty there:

God's Seal Himself the Poets say, O Rose.

The Soul crowns all Man's festal Cup of Joy;

That he with thee may breathe Life's May, O Rose.

The Rose is twined in all Life's gladdest Bonds,

That Love from Man ne'er flee away, O Rose.

Be closed in Buds thy Lips; but there let shine

The Smile that ever in thee lay, O Rose.