A wonderful star shone forth
From the frozen skies of the North
Upon Rome, for an Old Year's night:
And a flower on the dear white Rose
Broke, in the season of snows,
To bloom for a day's delight.
Lost is the star in the night,
And the Rose of a day's delight
Fled “where the roses go ":
But the fragrance and light from afar,
Born of the Rose and the Star,
Breathe o'er the years and the snow.