Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1903-11-26
DEATH OF THE FLOWERS.
But They Will Bloom Again Meath
the Kiss Of the Balmy
Breath of May.
Breath of May

Breath of May.
GOldsboro has been beautiful all
the fall with flowers, SO balmy and
' so gracious has been the weather
and Nature, and to one who loves
flowers it was sad to walk out in
the clear sunshine and chilling air OF
Thursday morning and see in the
gardens on every Thanksgiving
scentless and dead" the roses and
crysanthemums that but yesterday
nodded radiant withssloveliness and
redolent with sweetness upon their
stems. In the midst of the shatter-
ed petals and withered buds that soul
is dead indeed that could not feel
!, echoing within it the refrain of the
poet
"Roses. roses, I love you sol"
That is in spirit the cry of every
human heart that has known beauty
and loved innocence and purity, be-
loved.
It is a cry that rings on forever a
| blessed anthem in the soul-space Of
every one who loves Nature and hu-
mainly.
Behold, the rosetime is passing,
and every n Of us, consciously or
unconsciously, is keeping the death
watch of the roses that are fading.
Something that we have treasured
is passing with the roses. Some
thing that we treasure is ever pass
ing, passing.
But in this deathwatch Of the roses
there is the comfort that they shall
come again. Nothing truly dies.
Flowers seem to fade and pass away,
but they only await through wintry
hours the coming of another May.
The roses in the brides fair young
face may pale to the white banner of
that which every man holds holy.
hut the flush lives in her heart and
survives III her other self, sent in the
+, noblest mystery of this life; and SO
again we say, poor indeed is that
/ man or woman who cannot or may
not cry
"Roses, roses, [ love you sol"
For the loving faithful there is nc
: death Of the roses OF joy, beloved. In
fact,
"rhere is no death! The stars &C
down
10 rise on some fairer shore,
And bright in heavens jewellec
i crown
They viii shine forever more"
It is for every one of US to gather
: -roses-roses Of the garden, roses 0
the heart, roses Il at bloom abund
; antly Of The human instinct to divin.
prayer-
Upon the starved flowers and the
: browning leaves the shades gently
fall, but to the w~ide-open eyes O
, mortals whose souls are not untidy
, the shadows are crested with soften
Cd ~sunLeaIAs, and che pure OF he@r
are unafraid. It may have not beer
yours to keep yourself unspotted
from the world; but if it has beer
yours to keep your heart clean, your
spirit tidy, and walk hand 10 hand
with ewaat ch~ritv ard in sopE
measure make for the worlds free
dom from the tolls Of grossness and
wrong, and cleanse it of the rust O
selfshness that corrodes and cor.
rupts, then, indeed, for such as you
no gloom has frightened; none shall
fright, even when the cool aud slum-
berous breath comes from that I'm.
murmuyins stream OF the ~unfneasur-
ed shores, whittier journey the weary
to rest at last. Perhaps;-and SC
will the llarbor~iirhts Of love glide
yol 10 yosu sig 7aL place in the
blessed -teep: y2or ''oare
cast amer. in the harbor OF q
i dreenu, !" AID tnel. i rest too deep
to be regardful Of the unhappiness
that follows the footsteps of sin and
hovers over mans injustice, un-
righteousness, uncharitableness, and
hate.
Roses of love bud and blossom in
levery life that loves and every life
that prays. The cooling of summers
opulent warmth spells the warming
of many a human heart that is fast
coming to the seedtime of joy and is