From Devonshire these roses came,
With souls of sweetness, hearts of flame,
They bear a message mute frae hame
From Devonshire.

To thee each must recall,
Some memory that doth enthrall,
Of England, blown across her wall;

To me — they mirror in my mind,
Warm with the wooing of the wind,
Another rose — of womankind,
From Devonshire.