Poems (Dorr)/To the "Bouquet Club"
TO THE "BOUQUET CLUB?"
O rosebud garland of girls! Who ask for a song from me,To what sweet air shall I set my lay? What shall its key-note be?The flowers have gone from wood and hill;The rippling river lies white and still;And the birds that sang on the maple bough,Afar in the South are singing now!
O Rosebud garland of girls! If the whole glad year were May;If winds sang low in the clustering leaves, And roses bloomed alway;If youth were all that there is of life;If the years brought nothing of care or strife,Nor ever a cloud to the ether blue,It were easy to sing a song for you!
Yet, O my garland of girls! Is there nothing better than May?The golden glow of the harvest time! The rest of the Autumn day!This thought I give to you all to keep:Who soweth good seed shall surely reap;The year grows rich as it groweth old,And life's latest sands are its sands of gold!