How a secret, sweet revealing from a gentle kindred heart,
Far through his bosom stealing, comes to seek its nobler part.
Oh! there’s not a spell so glowing in this lovely world of ours,
As when Feeling’s tones are flowing through the voices of the flowers,
When Affection’s thoughts are wreathing in a murmured melody
Round their dewy petals breathing forth a music-mystery.
There are angel voices given in their delicate perfume,
Which will lead us up to Heaven where the fadeless roses bloom,
They have come unto us glowing with a beauty from the skies,
They are gifts of God’s bestowing, from a blessed Paradise.