The Rose of England

The Rose of England by H. P. Lovecraft 

Story copied from the Wikisource.

Warning: This is a Lovecraft's Poetry.

At morn the rosebud greets the sun And sheds the evening dew, Expanding ere the day is done, In bloom of radiant hue And when the sun his rest hath found, Rose-Petals strew the garden round! Thus that blest Isle that owns the Rose From mist and darkness came, A million glories to disclose, And spread BRITANNIA’S name; And ere Life’s Sun shall leave the blue, ENGLAND shall reign the whole world through!