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Show LIFE. , I saw a rose in a garden lair, ' A scarlet rose, that 1 longed to wear; I begged of Fate that she'd gentle be And give the beautiful rose to me. She shook her head in assumed regret And answered softly, "Not yet, not yet." The rose's petals beneath the sun Unfolded, tenderly, one by one, Its rarest leaves were at last unfurled And shed their glory upon the world; ' i asked again, but again I met ''- Th'e same denial, "Not yet, not yet." One day the color began to fade, Trie scarlet turned to a deeper shade, The petals fluttered upon the air Its life was over, the stem lay bare. v i ' ' " All through life I have known the pain, The harsh derision of this retrain: The mournful dirge of a life's regret, This mocking echo, "Not yet, not yet." Mabel Porter Pitts in Town Talk. |