Poem October 24, 1901 Issue

Consider the Roses

BY ANNIE MARIE BLISS.

Open your heart, little sister,
To the sunshine and the dew;
Live the life of a rose, dear,
And Life's roses will bloom for you.

Bloom, little sister, and sweeten
The air so heavy with sin;
Let your sunny face brighten
Dark chambers of thought within.

Tell it not in words, dear,
The roses do not preach;
The perfume tells the story,
Our deeds the lessons teach.

Don't fret at your narrow quarters,
And long for another place;
'Tis the blighting frost of discontent
That kills the smile in your face.

Be patient and brave if the tempest
Seems to bring you pain;
For hearts are cleaned of earth-dust,
As roses are washed in rain.

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