Poems (Dodd)/Crowning with Roses
CROWNING WITH ROSES.
"Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they be withered."
Wisdom of Solomon, 2: 8.
Summer all her wealth is bringing, Countless flowers with fragrance rare,And the rose its sweets is flinging, Wide upon the morning air;On them now the dew reposes, Glittering where the sunbeams play,Let us crown our brows with roses, Ere their freshness fades away.
Round bright curls in beauty wreathing, Seeming made to blossom there;O'er young forms their fragrance breathing, What has earth so pure and fair?But the rose a thorn discloses, And it only lives a day;Youth too, like the summer roses, From us soon must pass away.
Seek for wisdom, ere the brightness, And the dew of life are o'er;Time will steal the young heart's lightness, But the mind retains its store.Ere the night around us closes, Ere our youth and strength decay,Let us crown our brows with roses, Which shall never fade away.