Love Among the Roses

S eek ye Love, ye fairy-sprites? A nd where reddest roses grow, R osy fancies he invites, A nd in roses he delights, H ave ye found him? “No!”

S eek again, and find the boy I n Childhood’s heart, so pure and clear. N ow the fairies leap for joy, C rying, “Love is here!” L ove has found his proper nest; A nd we guard him while he dozes I n a dream of peace and rest R osier than roses.