Main Street, and Other Poems

<h2> Roses </h2> <h3> (For Katherine Bregy) </h3> <p>I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring,<br/> For I would make a posy, a posy for the King.<br/> I got an hundred roses, the loveliest there be,<br/> From the white rose vine and the pink rose bush and from the red rose tree.<br/> <br/> But when I took my posy and laid it at His feet<br/> I found He had His roses a million times more sweet.<br/> There was a scarlet blossom upon each foot and hand,<br/> And a great pink rose bloomed from His side for the healing of the land.<br/> <br/> Now of this fair and awful King there is this marvel told,<br/> That He wears a crown of linked thorns instead of one of gold.<br/> Where there are thorns are roses, and I saw a line of red,<br/> A little wreath of roses around His radiant head.<br/> <br/> A red rose is His Sacred Heart, a white rose is His face,<br/> And His breath has turned the barren world to a rich and flowery place.<br/> He is the Rose of Sharon, His gardener am I,<br/> And I shall drink His fragrance in Heaven when I die.<br/></p> <p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0017" id="link2H_4_0017"></SPAN></p> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />