Bonus Henricus - Good-King-Henry - The Language of Flowers

Bonus Henricus - Good-King-Henry
Goodness

I know thou art not beautiful, nor art thou Fortune's child;
Yet beameth ever from thine eye a spirit undefiled.
I know that genius never shed its radiance on thy brow;
Yet wert thou ever truthful, good, and kind as thou art now.
I know thy form was never cast in fashion''s graceful mould,
Nor do I wish in fashion's throng thy presence to behold;
So long as Nature's nobleness has marked thee for her own,
I would not give thy soul lit smile to share a monarch's throne!
Miss H. J. Woodman.