The gift of white roses . arry treasures in, and thenUnlike the bees are sent away to bearThe curse of hell upon their dazed foreheads,—Id see it closed. For all the town. furnish gossip then Mother. Be as it would, Id do it.[13] THE GIFT OF WHITE ROSES cannot harm us; furthermore, it needsMust be,—it lightens taxes. And its likeAnother place of business; you go in,It takes you not. that were only true?—It may, in time, rob us of all our joy. ! Well neither be convinced. What useOf being, now, thus drawn to useless quarrel? The dark clouds thickened
The gift of white roses . arry treasures in, and thenUnlike the bees are sent away to bearThe curse of hell upon their dazed foreheads,—Id see it closed. For all the town. furnish gossip then Mother. Be as it would, Id do it.[13] THE GIFT OF WHITE ROSES cannot harm us; furthermore, it needsMust be,—it lightens taxes. And its likeAnother place of business; you go in,It takes you not. that were only true?—It may, in time, rob us of all our joy. ! Well neither be convinced. What useOf being, now, thus drawn to useless quarrel? The dark clouds thickened; and the moon blew out The million tapers of the sky, and bivouacked On the billowy bosom of the night. And so the mother, half in anger, half In fear and mingled hope, was lost in dreams. Who can tell what the years will bring? Who can tell?What will become of our darling girl, Who can tell?No one knows save the Father above;Yet, we trust that God is only love;But what will become of our little dove, Who can tell?. ., n THE GIFT OF WHITE ROSES III Out of the way of the worldOf its buffet and babble and scorn; Out of the way of the world,Of its wearied and wasting and worn;To the hearts that in unity shareEvery mingled pleasure and care,To the sympathy no-where-else lent,To the only true lasting content,To the cheer and the joy and the love,To the sunshine strewn bright from above; Out of the way of the world,Though however wide we may roam,— This alone is home. V , this is home, the far-famed oasisWithin the parching desert world; the loneUnfailing shelter for our lives of storm;The compass and the comfort of our souls;Gods illustration of his boundless , this is home, for concord cheers our hearth,And, too, our toil has yielded plenteous fruitsThat we shall never want, and God has filledOur cup to overflowing, in our child. , we at last are free from every care;And comfort smiles upon our future path[15] THE GIFT OF WHITE ROSES With tempti
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