Salt Lake Times | 1890-06-13 | Page 4 | An Opening Rosebud

AN OPENING . ROSEBUD. What will it bef lis a bud on a rose bush grow ing, A tiny aud tender thing, With it green, fringed lyin ! Tim faintest tinge of a pink flush, ltowin At kisB of tie welcome spring. , What will it be? j j What will it be?' With an exquisite grace and bearing, In timid yet trustful sway, On tba slim curved stem 'tis snaring The balmy breath of the south wind, daring-The daring-The gaze of the ferviil day. What will it bef Whatwillit.be; I can catch but a doubtful gleauiiug f So little the petals show ), Thro' the scarce cleft sepals, seeming Like lightest bonds, if the bound heart dreaming In foldings of flame or snow. What will it be? , . , What will it beT In the day of its full tide splendor, A marvel of beauty fair, I With its soft bonds riven, render The richest red of a warm heart, tender And sweet with an incense rare ? What will it be? What will it be? In the time of its full displaying The secrets its petals hold Will It. show, in sunshine swaying, The purest white of a rich heart, sprayinf Its sweets from a bosom cold? What will it be? j What will it be? j To the bud on the rose bush blowing j I whisper a tender line, j And its close veiled petals, glowing. An answer send in a soft blush, knowing TJio wish in the whisper ftua. What will it be? Gustavus Harknes In Philadelphia Ledger