1. Gerald Massey

  • Our Wee White Rose

    All in our marriage garden
      Grew, smiling up to God,
    A bonnier flower than ever
      Suckt the green warmth of the sod;
    O, beautiful unfathomably
      Its little life unfurled;
    And crown of all things was our wee
      White Rose of all the world.

    From out a balmy bosom
      Our bud of beauty grew;
    It fed on smiles for...

    Gerald Massey

  • “O, lay thy hand in mine, dear!”

    O, Lay thy hand in mine, dear!
      We ’re growing old;
    But Time hath brought no sign, dear,
      That hearts grow cold.
    ’T is long, long since our new love
      Made life divine;
    But age enricheth true love,
      Like noble wine.

    And lay thy cheek to mine, dear,
      And take thy rest;
    Mine arms around thee twine, dear,...

    Gerald Massey