A SONG’S ECHO
My Love is like a Winter rose
That sweetly blooms alone,
That has of rivals none, and knows
A beauty all her own.My Love is like a tender tune
That wakens tender words,
And fills December full of June,
And brings again the birds.Her smile, my sun; her voice, my song;
‘A Song’s Echo’ by Frank Dempster Sherman
Her face, my flower of bliss;
Oh, who could find the Winter long
With such a Love as this!