Yonder to the West
Roses all afire,
Mirror now some rare splendid
Rose of their desire.
Pulsing deeper, deeper,
Waves of fire throb on,
Never were such red roses
At sunset or dawn.
Roses on the hills,
Roses in the hollow,
Roses on the wet hedges,
In the shining fallow.
West wind, blow and blow!
That has blown ajar
Gates of God’s great rose-garden,
Where His Angels are,
Gathering up the rose-leaves
For a shower of roses
On the night the Lord Babe
His sweet eye uncloses.
KATHERINE TYNAN
All the sky is scarlet
Flaming on the azure.
O, there’s fire in Heaven!
My heart aches with pleasure.
Leagues of rose and scarlet,
Roses red as blood:
All the world’s a rose-garden.
God is good, is good.
Shamrock Song.
O, the red rose may be fair,
And the lily statelier;
But my shamrock, one in three,
Takes the very heart of me!