  Behold a rose of crimson hue, Just opening to the light of day, Velvet petals, all wet with dew, Bearing a message on its way; A message of love pure and bright, God’s holy tribute to the dawn Ere we greet the gathering light, Ere we meet the day new born. A joyful chorus fills the air, Before the mists have rolled away, From mountain side, and valley fair, In wooded glen they seem to say, Awake, awake ’tis early dawn, The night has passed, and day is here, Behold the glories of the morn, For lo! the rising sun appear. Just o’er the summit of the hill, In all its splendor to be seen, Our hearts and fancies it doth thrill With homage to the morning’s queen, For colors like the purest gold, And royal purple circle round On crimson waves of light, and fold The shades of night beneath a mound. |
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