Roses
1. A rose of virgin white is torn
By Winter wind of vicious bite;
And in the night a child is born
Bringing new light.
2. A wild rose blossoms in the spring,
Smiling alike in rain and sun
Upon a child whose reign as king
Is now begun.
O rose of deepest red which almost died
Upon the hill of Calvary,
Fading as He was crowned and crucified
Into a death-like ivory.
3. A rose of flame bursts into bloom,
The Spirit's radiance fills her face,
The brightest in the upper room,
Hail! Mary, full of Grace.