WHEN ROSES BLOOM AGAIN.
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I wish I were pious enough to bring down
A blessing direct from the skies!
It should not go begging all over the town
For some one in heavenly guise
To claim the dear boon; upon him it should rest
By whom are the needy made happy and blest.
A blessing direct from the skies!
It should not go begging all over the town
For some one in heavenly guise
To claim the dear boon; upon him it should rest
By whom are the needy made happy and blest.
When Roses Bloom Again.
With wasted form and countenance.
Too frail and weak to rise,
An ever-longing, questioning glance
Within her earnest eyes,
Upon her couch the sufferer lay,
And watched the slow hours pass away.
Too frail and weak to rise,
An ever-longing, questioning glance
Within her earnest eyes,
Upon her couch the sufferer lay,
And watched the slow hours pass away.
We bathed her brow, so young and fair,
And touched her fading cheek
With gentle hand, but did not dare
Our trembling fears to speak;
But trusted care and skill to know,
And baffle Life's insidious foe.
And touched her fading cheek
With gentle hand, but did not dare
Our trembling fears to speak;
But trusted care and skill to know,
And baffle Life's insidious foe.
We said, "The winter shall be gone,
And, whisp'ring through the trees,
And o'er the sun-crowned, grassy lawn,
Spring-time's refreshing breeze
With healing wings shall sweep the plain,
And bring her roses back again."
And, whisp'ring through the trees,
And o'er the sun-crowned, grassy lawn,
Spring-time's refreshing breeze
With healing wings shall sweep the plain,
And bring her roses back again."
