The last rose of summer?
A photo snapped by Mike Willock in front of the church this weekend:
And some lines from the poem "The Last Rose of Summer" by Thomas Moore (1779-1852)
'Tis the last rose of Summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rose-bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes
Or give sigh for sigh!
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