Written in the Birthday Book of H. R. H. the Duchess of York
The Princess bids me write! what happy wit
Were fair enough this fair page to befit?
In Gulistan there lived a nightingale
Who, in 'mid singing, felt his music fail,
And said: “To Roses I make melody,
But, Rose of Roses! I am dumb for thee!”
So, England's Rose! that which our true hearts pray,
Let Silence, with her golden speaking, say.
Were fair enough this fair page to befit?
In Gulistan there lived a nightingale
Who, in 'mid singing, felt his music fail,
And said: “To Roses I make melody,
But, Rose of Roses! I am dumb for thee!”
So, England's Rose! that which our true hearts pray,
Let Silence, with her golden speaking, say.
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