The Rose of England (Lovecraft)

At morn the rosebud greets the sun

And sheds the evening dew,

Expanding ere the day is done,

In bloom of radiant hue

And when the sun his rest hath found,

Rose-Petals strew the garden round!

Thus that blest Isle that owns the Rose

From mist and darkness came,

A million glories to disclose,

And spread BRITANNIA’S name;

And ere Life’s Sun shall leave the blue,

ENGLAND shall reign the whole world through!