Show if the rose fatal ill come back to yo you were handed to u with a re illicit ith that we ii publish b them ai ill tho writer I 1 ft to well 1 tuoi tuo i iron county ilir youn zalm now duty oad under the blk by harvey G rosenberg kt a post office in a village stood a lady old and grey awaiting for a letter from her boy across the way soon the post master gave her something that made her cry for joy S she he unsealed 1 ad it with a smile because S she he knew from her boy when she unfolded th the a letter she unsealed a rose of r sit red that brought the tears to her eyes for this is what he sid this rose will you keep until I 1 cretu returns 9 its the flower of life to me the reason I 1 send it I 1 know it W will I 1 I 1 get the he ten kenderest tender derest eat care that can be if f the life of this row rose should van ish all away my life will vanish too but if it will live hys till fill after the war it will bring me back to you she took this rose to her c cottage tage rot and she gave it tender co care she set it in the window so the sun could touch it there she allowed no one to touch it but the sunshine and the air she often gave it water for she knew his life a was as there she longed to see a the master of ill thia little rose as of red she loved it like she did her boy she is remembered what he said one bright summer morning when the roses were in bjoorn the shades ahanes let in the sunshine guna hine through the window of her room rooi I 1 it drew dew be her at attention to this rose acain in she dud see e a picture of her boy in the he flow flower r on I 1 its stem she pressed the flower to her lips and kissed this ibis rose of red she pressed it closer to her heart and repeated what he said that morning in that village she could hear the tramp of feet the soldier boys were marching arching in up and down the village street and at this thia little cottage came a soldier brave and true he met his hia other mother with a in kiba just juat as he used to so do ohl oh mother dear our Count rys saved and you too isle ae saved she said so she pinned upon his coat that da dav I 1 this thia lit litle litie le rose of red |