author: william brighty rands
when love arose in heart and deed to wake the world to greater joy 'what can she give me now' said greed who thought to win some costly toy he rose, he ran, he stoop'd, he clutch'd and soon the flowers that love let fall in greed's hot grasp were fray'd and smutch'd and greed said 'flowers can this be all' he flung them down and went his way he cared no jot for thyme or rose but boys and girls came out to play and some took these and some took those red, blue, and white, and green and gold and at their touch the dew return'd and all the bloom a thousandfold so red, so ripe, the roses burn'd