Guardian Of The Rose

Where is they cloak, dear shivering rose?
The cool wind shakes thee so!
Why, within yon child's basket;
my petals please her as she goes.

Where is thy leaf then, naked rose?
I fear thou body ill!
Why within yon child's hair, good sir;
and I have one leaf still.

Where is thy thorn, defenseless rose?
Twas guardian of cruel molest!
Within the tears of poor, yon child,
its valor did attest.

Where is thy sister, lonely rose?
She left thou here to mourn?
Oh See! Within yon child's hand,
Her radiance reborn!