Friday, 12 December 2014

A White Rose

A White Rose


As I walked the wild and lonely hill
My heart at one with playful wind
The Sun full orbed with radiant shafts,
Fills the soul with iridescent light
Then from yon crag a perfume springs,
The senses five caught in mystic spell,
Lifts the souls to greater height
And there from granite rocks springs
A white rose from the heart of God





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