McClure's Magazine/Volume 1/Number 1/The Rose is Such a Lady

The rose is such a lady— So stately, fresh, and sweet; It joys to hold her image— The rain pool at her feet.

They look such common lasses, Those red pinks in a line; The rose is such a lady— So dignified and fine.

The winds would wish to kiss her, And yet they scarcely dare; The rose is such a lady— So courteous, pure, and fair.

Here's one come from a garden To die within this book— See, in the faded features The old lady-like look!