Thursday, January 23, 2014

Oh! Youth is the bud of the rose

Oh!  Youth is the bud of the rose,
And Love is the flower full-blown, 
And for Age are the dried rose petals;
The dry rose leaves are our own,
Sweet-scented with young long past,
And with promise of Heaven in store,
Where the rose shall blossom for ever
And the rose leaves shall fall no more! 
E. Nesbit

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