Amongst the flowers of ubiquitous
There bequeath no counterpart,
Tho' the Poppies and the Coleus
Are the colours of mine heart.
I felicit thee, you Carnations,
Thine bloom, subtle, slight.
Hosta, Crocus, Tracheliums,
Ye all are sweet, despite.
Ah! But there is one above
Atop the Everest
Whose bloom's the epitome of love,
The sigil of the Blessed.
Lofty o'er the otiose,
The Holy White Rose.
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