Rose of Roses

Oh, the treasures of the Spring,
Crimson, blue, and golden !
Scattered from her radiant wing,
Nothing is withholden.
Myriad blossoms ope each hour,
Who shall tell the fairest ?
But I miss the sweetest flower,
Rose, of roses rarest
Oh, the glory of the light,
Through the noontide beaming !
Oh, the stars of purple light,
Through the darkness gleaming !
But the star of softest ray,
Clearest, purest, whitest,
Shineth only far away,
Star, of stars the brightest !

Oh, the music everywhere !
Joyous larks are singing,
Rivulets are flowing fair,
Merry chimes are ringing.
But I miss from day to day
Music that is dearest,
Even thine, though far away,
Heart, of hearts the nearest