Lilies be plenty with us, Pansies flower for all, Take ye heed to the Roses Lest they make to fall. Violets lie in the meadows— Take of the Violet— Who can gather the Roses And pass away and forget? Love is sure in the Lily, Pansie brings us ease. But he that gathers the Roses When shall his sorrow cease? Woodbine clings and decays, Daffodils blossom and die— There is no Death in the Roses Unto Eternity. Whoso is snared of the Roses Beareth a brand of Cain— The fruit of the Tree of Knowledge Caught from the arms of Pain. Whoso is snared of the Roses Hath no peace at all— Guard your feet from their briers Lest they make to fall.