The whole world knows That a garden rose Is the sweetest flower that grows. At break of dawn, I greet the jeweled queen anon, And all my doubts are gone. All through the day I hear its fragrant petals say, "No shadow comes my way." Again at night, Its beauty stays the failing light; My weariness takes flight. God surely knows That a garden rose Is the loveliest thing that grows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM by RICHARD ALDINGTON MOTHER (MARGERY CARRUTH, 1896-1981) by HAYDEN CARRUTH RETURN (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SHALL I SAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE FEAST OF LIGHTS by EMMA LAZARUS |