Poems (Hornblower)/Sonnet (Bright Rose! that on my Father's honoured vest)
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SONNET.
Bright Rose! that on my Father's honoured vest Hath shed sweet perfume, breathing on his sense The gales and odours spring's young suns dispenseO'er opening flowers, in early fragrance drest.—Bright rose! now sacred are thy fading leaves, And dear thy withered stem—for thou dost tell Of hours of peace and love remembered well,A father's love, of winch time ne'er bereaves.Oh! be it mine like thee to shed delight On Iris autumnal day, and sweetly cheer The lingering hours of the declining year,And keep cold winter's blast long, long away.So, like thy fragrant flowers, shall thought of meUnto his sold sweetness and sunshine be!