Man from Snowy River and Other Verses, The

<h2> A Bunch of Roses </h2> <p>Roses ruddy and roses white,<br/> What are the joys that my heart discloses?<br/> Sitting alone in the fading light<br/> Memories come to me here to-night<br/> With the wonderful scent of the big red roses.<br/> <br/> Memories come as the daylight fades<br/> Down on the hearth where the firelight dozes;<br/> Flicker and flutter the lights and shades,<br/> And I see the face of a queen of maids<br/> Whose memory comes with the scent of roses.<br/> <br/> Visions arise of a scene of mirth,<br/> And a ball-room belle that superbly poses &mdash;<br/> A queenly woman of queenly worth,<br/> And I am the happiest man on earth<br/> With a single flower from a bunch of roses.<br/> <br/> Only her memory lives to-night &mdash;<br/> God in His wisdom her young life closes;<br/> Over her grave may the turf be light,<br/> Cover her coffin with roses white &mdash;<br/> She was always fond of the big white roses.<br/> <br/> . . . . .<br/> <br/> Such are the visions that fade away &mdash;<br/> Man proposes and God disposes;<br/> Look in the glass and I see to-day<br/> Only an old man, worn and grey,<br/> Bending his head to a bunch of roses.<br/></p> <p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0030" id="link2H_4_0030"></SPAN></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />