The Christmas Rose
We bid thee welcome, sweet Christmas rose,
Come from the land where our loved reposed,
Glittering with rime
In a wintry clime
You bring hope to our hearts at Christmastime
We bid thee welcome, though saddened hearts
Think on a time in the cherished past
When the heart's best rhyme
Would scarcely keep time
With the festive joys of Christmastime.
We bid thee welcome, for in turning o'er
A page in the book of memory store
A garland so fine, with roses of thine
Did honour our dead at Christmastime.
We bid
thee welcome, dear lonely flower,
Blooming
so sweet in your snow-clad bower
From the
wind’s low whine
You
re-echo the time
That
brought peace to our hearts at Christmas times.
M.G.N.
The
Alloa Advertiser 01 January 1910
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