The gift of white roses . S; I. u THE GIFT OF WHITE ROSES That was my sin, and God has punished justly,For I denied I was my brothers keeper.—Oh, what have I done? Mother. Youve sold her soul!Would I had only made you see what ISaw in a vision many years ago.—Mines half the sin, for I, with all my might,Could have persuaded you.—Hast come to this? are too fair and honest in these words,For mortal woman; yes, we both must shareThe burden equally, for doubly weCan bear the millstone that would break each heart,If borne alone. Mother. 0 God, I know notIf twill last. My heart is almost
The gift of white roses . S; I. u THE GIFT OF WHITE ROSES That was my sin, and God has punished justly,For I denied I was my brothers keeper.—Oh, what have I done? Mother. Youve sold her soul!Would I had only made you see what ISaw in a vision many years ago.—Mines half the sin, for I, with all my might,Could have persuaded you.—Hast come to this? are too fair and honest in these words,For mortal woman; yes, we both must shareThe burden equally, for doubly weCan bear the millstone that would break each heart,If borne alone. Mother. 0 God, I know notIf twill last. My heart is almost broken hope has fled! Shall we not somehow tryTo rescue her and bring her safely home?Could we not bear her husband round our hearth,If shed return? Lets bid them welcome home;Perchance, theyll come. , wife,—Shell come alone,If we but bide our time. Do you not seeThese tearstains here upon her parting note?That drunkards son that has beguiled her thus,[43] SJ %
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