The gift of white roses . WHITE ROSES Will soon betray her; then shell come true, shell bring a bleeding, broken heart,And tears and taints of sin. Twill not be she,The joyous angel, flitting fairy-likeAround, as once she did.—It cant be changedBy us, nor can we bear the viper thatHas thus so deadly bitten at our hearts. would not be my way. But it may beThe best.—0 time, come back to us again,Come ravel out the stitches we have woven,That we may now correct our sad mistakes,And weave aright the fabric of our lives.—Oh, would we had her back again!—Alas!I know not but this
The gift of white roses . WHITE ROSES Will soon betray her; then shell come true, shell bring a bleeding, broken heart,And tears and taints of sin. Twill not be she,The joyous angel, flitting fairy-likeAround, as once she did.—It cant be changedBy us, nor can we bear the viper thatHas thus so deadly bitten at our hearts. would not be my way. But it may beThe best.—0 time, come back to us again,Come ravel out the stitches we have woven,That we may now correct our sad mistakes,And weave aright the fabric of our lives.—Oh, would we had her back again!—Alas!I know not but this broken heart must cease;Its joy has fled, its hope is vainly crushed! say it, wife. Bear up! You can for me!—I know its hard, almost beyond our wills.—But look! the roses snowy-white still bloom!—Here, take this nosegay, plucked with bleeding heart;It is my vow that God and you and sheAre all the chords this soul shall ever strike.—Well stand together, though our wounds are deep;Well stand toge
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