Classic Poem

There is a flower that hath no hue,
In the home of the heart doth it grow.
'T is God in heaven hath wrought that flower,
Thou must know.
The flower hath still no hue as yet
In the home of the heart where it grows,
But God hath given to it the name
Of Brier-Rose.
The thorns of the rose are wounding the heart,
And blood the blossom dyes.
The heart then asks of the Lord:
“Why didst thou give me the rose?”
And gently the Lord replies:
“Blood of thy heart stained the rose for thee;
Thou and thy rose are alike now in beauty to me.”