Although it seems the "bloom is off the rose,"
The Spring is near and this the blossom knows.
The harshness of the winter's snowy storms
Are soon forgotten when the sun of Flora warms.
The petals that have fallen by the way
Are taken up in merry springtime play.
The noble stems that naked stood and straight
Are blooming now and full at cottage gate.
The cares that weighed the former petals down
Have fertilized the newly blooming crown.
How queenly seems this brilliant, blazing flow'r
Regaled with wit and beauty, grace and power.
For hidden deep within its floral heart
It knows it cannot from itself depart.
And 'tis this radiant wisdom that it shows
Within the bloom that always is a rose.
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