TO ROSE IN HEAVENI
My Rose, 'twas the wild rose you were,
Trailing upon the hedge-top green;
No narrow garden hemmed you in.
You had the dearest face, my dear,
Rose and white with a touch of brown,
Sweet as the country come to town.
Trailing upon the hedge-top green;
No narrow garden hemmed you in.
You had the dearest face, my dear,
Rose and white with a touch of brown,
Sweet as the country come to town.
The children found your goodness out,
The old folk and the poor and weak,
And the dog's instinct wise and quick.
To me, my Rose, in pain and doubt
What were you? Ah, well, none can take
The empty place that is heart-break.
The old folk and the poor and weak,
And the dog's instinct wise and quick.
To me, my Rose, in pain and doubt
What were you? Ah, well, none can take
The empty place that is heart-break.
The bravest eyes that ever were
You had; the honest heart and mind,
The tolerant judgment large and kind.
Dear, in some day of pain and care,
How we shall miss your eyes and face!
And oh, your Heaven 's a far-off place.
You had; the honest heart and mind,
The tolerant judgment large and kind.
Dear, in some day of pain and care,
How we shall miss your eyes and face!
And oh, your Heaven 's a far-off place.
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