It is the time when roses bloom Abundantly in skies of rain Or sun-drenched hours the earth illume, They sing of love and love's refrain And touch our hearts with childlike glee, Their scented beauty on the air Colours beyond antiquity, Perfect shape beyond compare. If we could offer like the rose Our self of beauty to the One We cherish, and know at daylight close Our journey to the Light begun. O World thy beauty blesses me, Divine creation mysteriously Washes over every sound, And beckons us to become free.
Poems Undated (1727)
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