When The Good Man Yields

Two Roses On One Slender Spray In Sweet Communion Grew, Together Hailed The Morning Ray And Drank The Evening Dew.

There Is A Flower, A Little Flower With Silver Crest And Golden Eye, That Welcomes Every Changing Hour, And Weathers Every Sky.

When To The Cross I Turn My Eyes,and Rest On Calvary,o Lamb Of God, My Sacrifice,i Must Remember Thee.

The Tulip's Petals Shine In Dew, All Beautiful, But None Alike.

While Rose-buds Scarcely Show'd Their Hue, But Coyly Linger'd On The Thorn.