Poems of Patriotism/Constant Beauty
Constant Beauty
It’s good to have the trees again, the singing of the breeze again,
It’s good to see the lilacs bloom as lovely as of old.
It’s good that we can feel again the touch of beauties real again,
For hearts and minds, of sorrow now, have all that they can hold.
The roses haven’t changed a bit, nor have the peonies stranged a bit,
They bud and bloom the way they did before the war began.
The world is upside down today, there’s much to make us frown today
And gloom and sadness everywhere beset the path of man.
But now the lilacs bloom again and give us their perfume again
And now the roses smile at us and nod along the way;
And it is good to see again the blossoms on each tree again
And feel that nature hasn’t changed the way we have today.
Oh, we have changed from what we were, we’re not the carefree lot we were,
Our hearts are filled with sorrow now and grave concern and pain,
But it is good to see once more the budding lilac tree once more,
And find the constant roses here to comfort us again.