[Written for the Sentinel.]

TWO ROSES

A rosebud fair in a garden grew,Tiny and pale and shy.The sun shone out of a sky of blue,And the soft winds floated by,But it wrapped itself in its petals cold,And seemed to say, "I will not unfold."

A woman came in the sunset light—"O shy little rose," she cried,"Why don't you open your eyes, and smile?Is it laziness, temper, or pride?The spring is here, and the world is glad,Why do you look so pale and sad?"

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