English poem
Woman.
The fairest flower that all our path adorns, The loveliest rose amidst the cruel thorns, The brightest star that shines in man’s abode, The sweetest gift that Heaven e’er bestowed!
Versos English Henry Reed Conant Woman.
Versos English Henry Reed Conant Woman.
English poem
The fairest flower that all our path adorns, The loveliest rose amidst the cruel thorns, The brightest star that shines in man’s abode, The sweetest gift that Heaven e’er bestowed!