The Flower-Artist-King, hail you Sweet Divine!
A Shining Sample of Twin Blessings both
Cast on! Draw on! The Magic on this Pine
Surpass the Light's Creation from the North
Did by chance a Mum called Talent gave birth
And merged the Renaissance by accident?
If so, cast the Fates to string your Spring's Mirth
And weave these White Pages by incident
Listen, dear Art! And adopt a New Name
To which those in Potent Pens inspire
All you equalled be Great; Since Greatness came
To carry the Human in us transpire.
Fortune signs your Pen; And the Stars reply
On your Deserve; Such Branded Name does fly.