The Rose

God made the Rose and made it sweet,

With beauty beyond compare.
God made the rose for you and me
and gave it perfume rare.

God made the soil to plant the rose

where it can grow its flowers.

God made the rose thrive and grow,

To cheer us in all hours.

God sends the sunshine and the rain

to produce nutrition for it; and man to give it his tender care

so every one shall love it.
God made the Maiden, fair as the rose,

and gave her consoling ways;

God made them both for you and for me

to cheer us in our lonely days.

Sense and Nonsense in Poetry
By Willis L. Tackette