SCRoots, HERE ARE ROSES

HERE ARE ROSES
by Edward Carroll

Here are roses, fresh and blooming,
  Sprinkled with the morning dew;
Think, oh! think it not presuming,
  That I offer them to you.

Fresh, I found them, sweetly sleeping,
  At the balmy morning's rise;
When Aurora just was peeping
  From beneath the eastern skies.

Soft, I stole them, without waking,
  From their slumber sweet and meek;
And I culled them without shaking
  Dew drops from each damask cheek!

Now awake, alas, they're weeping -
  Pearly tears are in their eyes -
For the friends which they left sleeping,
  Underneath the morning skies.

Kindly take them, and while pressing
  To your lips, a soft kiss lend;
They will smile, and feel the blessing
  Of so pure and fair a friend.

Edward Carroll was a native of Charleston, South Carolina where he attended the College of Charleston until 1826. He died at an early age from a riding accident.

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