The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/My Little Pet Killarney Rose
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My Little Pet Killarney Rose
Ah, little pet Killarney rose of mine!
Though at the dawn each tiny verdant leaf
Is tipped with silvery tears of nightly dew,
Thy tender petals yet know naught of grief!
Though at the dawn each tiny verdant leaf
Is tipped with silvery tears of nightly dew,
Thy tender petals yet know naught of grief!
From shaded window, on each summer morn,
To passing breeze thou bow'st a fit salute;
I toss a kiss of friendship and of love—
With crimson leaves thou wav'st thy blooming fruit
To passing breeze thou bow'st a fit salute;
I toss a kiss of friendship and of love—
With crimson leaves thou wav'st thy blooming fruit
Thy tiny petals, kissed by morning sun,
With glad acclaim enjoy his golden rays.
The air, as by sweet frankincense perfumed,
Brings us the scent of balmy summer days.
With glad acclaim enjoy his golden rays.
The air, as by sweet frankincense perfumed,
Brings us the scent of balmy summer days.
Cease, ye vain nymphs from prairies wild and far,
Who would your gaudy robes in pride compare
Who on all plainer garbs affect to frown,
While perfumed lilies scent the morning air.
Who would your gaudy robes in pride compare
Who on all plainer garbs affect to frown,
While perfumed lilies scent the morning air.
Now chilling blasts have touched thy crimson cheek;
Thy frosted leaves are scattered far and near;
Thy tender petals and thy fragrant bloom
Are sleeping through the days so cold and drear.
Thy frosted leaves are scattered far and near;
Thy tender petals and thy fragrant bloom
Are sleeping through the days so cold and drear.
Ah, lovely little pet of scarce two years!
I've watched thy budding boughs with care benign;
Each year my heart th' expected joy hath seen;
It came! An opening bud from hand Divine!
I've watched thy budding boughs with care benign;
Each year my heart th' expected joy hath seen;
It came! An opening bud from hand Divine!
1918