And one who coolly smites and places,
May, with firm wrist and steady eye,
Outshine the greatest of the Graces,
"The white flower of a blameless life"
Is—well, laid up at last at Harwarden,
Sheltered from storm, afar from strife,
And—other blossoms deck the garden.
Roses and lilies had their turn,
Now other blooms woo sun and showers;
And the Red Orchid—well, they'll learn—