THE BLOOMED BUD
Poor, distorted little rose
Not yet ready to unclose,
Who's to blame for all your woes?
Not yet ready to unclose,
Who's to blame for all your woes?
What impatient little sprite
Wrought your ruin and your blight?
Torn and rumpled, such a plight.
Wrought your ruin and your blight?
Torn and rumpled, such a plight.
Active fingers could not wait,
Sunbeams were too slow and late,
Strangest wonders they create.
Sunbeams were too slow and late,
Strangest wonders they create.
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I saw a rosebud folded close
Just waiting to expand,
Each petal of the perfect rose
Formed by an Artist hand
Lay like a tiny satin scroll,
Only a sunbeam could unroll.
Just waiting to expand,
Each petal of the perfect rose
Formed by an Artist hand
Lay like a tiny satin scroll,
Only a sunbeam could unroll.
Faithful be the friends who love you,
Rainbow hope your clouds dispel,
Ever smile the sky above you,
Daily gladness with you dwell.
Rainbow hope your clouds dispel,
Ever smile the sky above you,
Daily gladness with you dwell.