It is the hour when roses bloom Abundantly in skies of rain Or sun drenched knowing not of gloom They sing of love and love's refrain Touch open hearts with childlike glee Their scented beauty on the air Colours of antiquity Perfection's shape beyond compare. If we could offer like the rose Our self of beauty to the One We cherish at the daylight's close Our journey into Light begun. O world thy beauty blesses me And washes over every soul This divine creation mystically Beckons us towards the goal.
Poems Undated (1727)
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