Dawn
V.
The Day has dawned, thy festal Day, O Rose;
Our cheeks all glow in thy bright Ray, O Rose.
Love was the Gardener of the Rose-bed there;
And now thy Flower blooms forth all gay, O Rose.
When Herald Breezes blew: The Rose! the Flowers
Kneeling to thee glad Homage pay, O Rose.
The Tulips danced; the Lilies, drinking there,
Their brightest hues to thee display, O Rose.