| Show r 7 J rJ J JI t 1 I rv i J J I I 1 J h p oF cowl ce r m Ir I II pj t LJ U lJ J r AS 5 Sill fH bY Y A WOMAN W i k Li proa preach h to tn us ue If IC we e t 1 F will mil heart hear Oh what I IN no so rare M ca a II day da daIn In June JUlie in Ault Hull Lake City It when Mil the room are blooming lit ut pro profusion fusion and the th air Ir la I tool cool and sweet iwert ett as the beginning of 01 May The pan pal week nek our city h has hAIl shone hone Ilk like on one huge lIu garden of ro and Ind white and ancl andred andred red aa u though t the ke tiey bad had rained n toed them down do 11 The roae rou alth In III the dewy 4 morn mom momI I am m moat moet fair Yet Vet tt all 11 my m It II tart bora Upon U n a thorn thora In our ur town a patient Invalid for many many man weary years yean eara Thu n week her room ha hat hu has t tun n a grower bower of ot rote rearm and Ind her Joy Jo and Ind delight of 01 them and Ind their hidden bidden mean mn meaning Inc ing to 10 her a seem m to Rive give evidence of 01 spiritual thins things of or holy things not Keen She listen to them aurely and hears hear their sweet sermons They The actually breathe alt ie le ad uld to a caller a I few fe days day ago ngo 0 but mind you youtie Ol tl U tie the breath of ot life lie not of ot earth but butof butof butof of eternity lM Did J you ever know that flower have hue voices voice my dear Yea Ye they the h hate bI e I 1 often oCt en hear them and e f cc through the long hour houri of at the night Here I Is one hoto who i ti II born bom upon a thorn for forU ForU U or more yearn year eara ha has bal the she been a patient In the dewy morn mor of her ber berliCe life liCe she abe was wan fair Calr and Ind strong but blat one day a frost croat nipped the Ibe bud Lud and blighted It and from that day to tn this pain ball bag been her br dally and Ind nightly potion Of OC course coune I J have hu my In Mealing the she paid after speaking of or her ber crow cross why look at It the t these hI ro e for instance every year It they the talk Illk Ito me and anil bring brine me m nearer the till hand of their Maker A man cant RO go fur tur wrong with lIh one o them heavenly things thing thin wearing him In the face Cace The speaker WM wu rough uncouth h uneducated one on of our common street t laborers the heavenly thing in wit was 1111 a mil erne On One One la is I Ite sate te In saying the man nun ha hu never ner read red reada a line of poetry In hie hi bl life and yet et to toto toto toto to make a h like ilkI that h he ha mutt must have haY been l by the very nr thought that caused the Inspired C rd oh ohto to write To me the Ih meanest noM lower that blows blow can rail give Thoughts Thought that do often lie too deep for tears tear tearsA tearA A beautiful spirit was wai a taking leave leav 1 of ot It Its earthly tenement pasting passing from our city M all abloom bloom with wHit row ro v to tl that white city elt beyond A bunch of or deep red roses roe were ere brought to tl him and M as he bit paced gazed lIed upon them dimly he hf I red with a They Th give II me mf a Ii rare ru lIm of that garden of my m dreamt that rm ran r 1 garden Into I 1 Am Hm JOin going Thin simple gave pe untold strength and comfort to thaw tIa loved MeM ones one on In their how hour of trial und and will III remain with them alway 1111 1 Yon may break brek you may shatter halter the vase IM if you 1 will wm But Bet the tb scent nt of Gt the tile rote rose remain write with It it still lUll III IIII I Down town In H R dingy din hole of nf a aPas Pas Ihor dirt gre grease e alf lit liti i everywhere HI nn f I Id musty mu t fellow Its it day ilav in and di day on nit hid hta hidi hl i bet k nug n a 1 sou 10 anti that u Ikea il far where hr never a i 1 ray riy rj of light lIht may enter where whre the gleam of ot the Ihl world beautiful would flicker r against Impenetrable And Anti y yet t every lr day cia for tor the past pasti pa t tIce week lose Ice i to tv his hla hi elbow a lovely lovel fresh ro has hap been giving forth II holder a beer bottle bolt Ie The beer bottle and the eM roM roae r me Let ut us U hope hop hul e that the tatter latter II does doe IU Its silent alien t In occasionally turning his thought from the former Carmer if hi ha his thought though b be In that direction that th the fragrance of the tile roe roae completely r Ui 01 the theodor odor of If the th bottle that the nM oid tibia lit thought may I now no and then th i 1 be tIC like ilkI t he street Itt laborer laborerA A man cant Int go So fur wrong with one oneo o them heavenly thing a him himIn himIn himin In the face fN I J cant hobble hubble fur sald Id a cheerful old oki cripple living ne In the lb more mort but every June I J manage to drag dray myself m over ovo 01 to that old ok rote rose tree t rte to get gel et a smell lnell at the first rose roe Many Manya In Ina a y year ar I J dune It why wb that old r p bush burn bloomed when 1 I young an nn n chipper and Ind had bad the ue use II oboth ni m me legs 1 only hope hopes Ill never Ier git lit so ao a ae I cant BIt git to 10 It II It Illus alma calla call up me youth When 1 I ran 1 1111 t g gi 1 that fur no more morl 1 I hopes hope hO Ill be in inthe inthe the land of lit eternal roses with Ith full tull wing awing In o me legs Ie IeT Vo T Yea i can all MC see them with my m Y spir and d I 1 can ran smell mell them fi o owhy why should 1 This gentle nt If I saint of a woman if u blind and anol flower dowers are her hu chief delight Everything sli ahr h touches In plant life Ufe grows grow and anti thrive and end blooms She tell Cella you Oll the and variety of If her roses rose ro with a ke kr keen n ne ties 11 and ami Interest interact that would do credit rodl to tn one not net se f afflicted If It we nt see nee find hod gives given us UI flowers to smell amell and touch That would Indeed be tee wicked and ungrateful ep Uly I when the rat roses are aft out Be Ile off Ir with 1111 you OU you hull chili not have my m choicest bud This Thin Ut lut remark was waa to III a R I worm warm Oh 1 I know when the enemy draws draw raw ne r my m child I think I 1 must mut feel tHI his hl influence I limply cannot do 40 It I cant rant I cant ant Ill only break down don This Thill waa the wall wU nf of f a pupil about to sin sing In public recital for Cor the first Ant time What are you OU talking about call Rat Rather her teacher And Anil what are art you think thinkIng pity Ing about r t Why look at al all these then roses roMa toll sent nl nt In by br your friend out there thereDo Do Ike they mean nothing to tn you Th They y stand land for love and support and Ind that thai In is why wh they th are Ire tent sent The roses to did dill It II The Tile girl went forth and nd while her lips lip wee wr dry her hn knees knee knocking together and her heart frozen within her still till she he went through with Ith the agony lion of nr It agony to 10 herself soil and friends friend and Ind all III for the sake ilkI of oC the roses roae kinds they In eastern tern land they talk In III flow tiow flo era ero In Persia they tile weave the mot most marvelous roses roae In their rugs rUfI and hanging These Thee fabrics fabric are rt written pages page Their mystic mytle floral noral design are lue Indicative of oC hope boPf of perpetual life and a hereafter Hut one on has ha hi hanot not to n travel quite fulte an o far fir a II Persia Perrin to find the m of nf the tb roses rose and Ind their th lr rife pI t upon human life night Bight I herr here In our o 1 n II dt lt It y If rare one on but poke i t It li 1 o II th ih is l kern k n tf to III the rn ri hr h if r I l f r a 1 I p Iu i fuller de deep p pi r f i J f r I 1 v Ml Il fr I It I in n fin pie u gardens p thanks t Ilk to the Ih roses rose and an to the human heart by 11 which we live Un There Theres a tiny Ihl baby blossom hlO m newly breathing In my m garden Such n a tin tiny pinkish baby Lab I 1 declare de larel Tin Jig no ao delicately In It Ili leave leases still tut closely folded Cold ed That I 1 scarcely dare approach It peeping there UterI Fondly oer it II Its fresh young nun life I 1 fain Cain would hover borer In my Iny garden SINon the dearest fairest purest bud Ive seen ten And w while the wind IB is wooing I 1 Imagine It It Is I cooing 1 At As A It nettle nestles In It I bed of ot tender green reen Just Jut ns as a the rim dew Ir hall ha bathed It I 1 am amIar ami It II In 1 i t my to tn garden gardn And I J 1 town down 1 1 If II h It Its tic little sun pun kiM il rare fare At twilight ht softly singing dinging I watch its It tendril tendrils tUning dining a if Until It seems to sl p In grace t tIll 71 Ill morning my baby bab I II IJ iI I J cant nt find It 11 In n my gurd garden n My M tiny Un baby bloom Im In despair Ive Jve turned each green I n I leaf Illar f over Ive 10 Parched marched amidst the clover dover doverT T evening Im IIII looking every everywhere ever where Ah Ive found COlin changed chang M fO aoI MI fOJ I J am aln weeping in my m garden Kuden Tho entranced I 1 stand before Ito ill t 0 queenly pose 1 With virgin Irrl petals I spreading And sweetest fragrance shedding My 11 baby blossom is I a lull full blown Ilon rote rose J JI LADY I I |
