We Call It a Rose 
Francis G. Wheaton 
God took the brightness of the dawn, 
And the gleam of a moonbeam's ray; 
With the magic touch of a fairy's wing 
He fashioned a flower one day. 
Because rosy tints of morning light, 
And the sunset glow of its close, 
In the petals were softly blended, 
We call it.. a rose. 
God loved the world—so He gave it a rose, 
That a symbol of love it might be, 
Reflecting the beauty of Heaven 
For the joy of humanity. 
And it's perfume, like exguisite music 
Is wafted on breezes today, 
For we crown it Queen of the flowers 
And our hearts, forever and aye. 
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