AS GRACIOUS AS THE ROSE
What am I if not a wayward seed,
I fell among the nettles there to bleed,
But I came not from a nettle bed at all!
For from a bed of flowers I did fall.
What does a tulip do as a nettle dressed,
Except to hide his face from all the rest,
And hide in the lonely recesses of the world
A daffodil in a self made dungeon curled.
Yet what does the humble rose learn from the weeds,
'Tis a host of lovely flowers that they breed,
That bloom as fair and righteous as the tulips are
All in their place unseen for they are poor...
And I in humble thought write in my prose...
That the flowers of weeds are as gracious as the rose