THOU new-born Rose, emerging from the dew, Like Aphrodite, when the lovely bather Blushed from the sea, how fair thou art to view, And fragrant to the smell! The Almighty Father Implanted thee, that men of every hue, Even a momentary joy might gather; And shall he save one people, and pursue Others to endless agony? O rather Let me believe in thee thou holy Rose, Who dost alike thy lips of love unclose, Be thy abode by saint or savage trod. Thou art the priest whose sermons soothe our woes, Preaching, with nature's tongue from every sod, Love to mankind, and confidence in God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PENNIWIT, THE ARTIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BUCOLIC COMEDY: FOX TROT by EDITH SITWELL THE BOUGH OF NONSENSE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE STORY OF AUGUSTUS WHO WOULD NOT HAVE ANY SOUP by HEINRICH HOFFMANN MACGREGOR'S GATHERING by WALTER SCOTT THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 2 by MARK AKENSIDE GHELUVELT; EPITAPH ON THE WORCESTERS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 10 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING RED COTTON NIGHT-CAP COUNTRY; OR, TURF AND TOWERS: PART 1 by ROBERT BROWNING |