Sweetest Rose
Come now sweetest rose
And summer tinctures bring
Soon your color goes
Like so much of everything
You lovely in shades flow
Divinely in your red
In fragrances air you show
Your beauty in garden’s bed
My words cannot give much
But speak of graces true
How you my heart now touch
In times of summer renew
With delight and colors clear
When springtime is flowing
These days around this year
Your buds to love are showing
by
Peter S. Quinn
