If there were nothing else to trouble us, the fate of the flowers would make us sad.
- John Lancaster Spalding
Lone and erect, beneath light's primal flood,
A lily! and pure as any one of you.
A profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.
- William Carlos Williams
I ’d be a butterfly born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
- Thomas Haynes Bayly