"While by the rosebed gay you stood, and revelled in the multitude
Of blooms with unfamiliar names, and tints and folds new-found, new-sweet,
We wondered much at the rich power which breeds so many and many a flower
Not like the myriads known before, and each one lovely and complete.
And while you touched the leaves and bowed your bright head there among the crowd,
Murmuring of roses you would have in the small garden of your dream,
I wondered much at the great grace which fashioned your clear rosy face,
After myriads gone before, a beauty new and now supreme."
--Edmund Bunden, 1944
Happy Birthday to a lovely sister who loves roses!
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