Show WEED AND ROSE A little weed grew at the foot of a rose And they both breathed the soft summer sum-mer air But the little weed sighed as It looked at the roseV For the roeeJWus so tall V and so fair At sunset the fllttle weed tremblingly spoke V And told of Its love to the rose But the rose did not hear for the F2n g age of weeds Is a language only knows Then the little weed went washed the fair roses feet V I V And the rose was refreshed for the I night The song of the morning birds opened I her heart And she lifted her head to the light And taller she grew and her green leaves spread wide Till they shut put the sunlight and air So the little weed died at the foot of the rose And the rose never knew it was there Atlanta Constitution |