  Ah, rose, sweet rose, majestic flower, To rule as queen thou hast the power. Within the realms of Flowerhood In gardens, fields and in the wood. Your sweetest perfume, Mother Earth, For your first gift gave at your birth. Your velvet touch she gave to you, Your graceful form and varied hue. But for thy beauty thou dost pay By bringing joy on life's pathway. You cheer the sick, console the sad |
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