Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1904-01-07
THE JUNE ROSE.

ll ~. - UNI hUDE.
The garden was quiet, well tended.
The sunny flowers which bloomed
there came to rare full beauty. 4
There was q rose tree in one cor.
ner.
1t caught just the right amount OF
sun, Of falling rain, and of dew.
1t missed the force of the storm
and tempest; was shielded from the
bitterness of the bleak winds.
One season the tree bore bud,
which tenderly turned to the light.
The sun shone.
The rain fell.
The hushed nights circled the tree
with favoring mists.
The bud unfolded.
In it's .clinging curves it limited of
= color no other rose possessed.
Inc Man who kept the garden was
proud of his flowers.
He was prouder of the roses than
OF any other flower.
So he watched the promising bud
jealousy.
1t took color from the sun, frag-i
rance from the wind, beauty from
the raindrpops, mystery from the dew,
AS the leaves unclasped more per-
tume, shape and fragrance came to
them.
The rose was very fair to look on,
swinging gracefully on the branch.
The dew would hide and CLINT like
diamonds in the dainty folds.
The sun would linger on the leaves.
The rain caressed the curving pet
ais. a ,.s't
The rose grew to ripper beauty.
The Man who kept the garden
knew the beauty of roses.
He said: "Th;s is the fairest rose
that ever grew" t
He brought other men to see the
roses. ~.
When they came to this tree they
would stay and worship the rose,
with petals radiant in the full beauty
of June, in silent admiration.
They who also knew roses said,
as had the man who kept the garden:
This is the fairest rose that ever
grew. :,
The rose was very proud, and be-
came vain. ~ .. @
The trunk of the tree said: Don't
be silly.
You owe all to me and to the earth
in which I Irvine my roots.
The rose said:
Bother the earth,
And bother the trunk, and bother
the Man who keeps the garden.
The fair are privileged, and I am
very beautiful.
I am too beautiful for this garden,
where only few can see me, when the
Man who keeps the garden is kind.
I must go to the world, must be
seen by many. They will be glad to
admire me.
And I shall be glad, too.
A man who knew the beauty Of
roses came one day, when the Man
who keeps the garden was away.
Of all that garden he only saw one
flower.
It was the rose.
She threw out delicate scent to
him. She caught the light of the sun
in the dew that fingered. She blinded
the mans reason by her beauty.
Am not beautiful? she asked, and
nodded coquetishly.
| The man said, looking round:
1t is treasure INTENDED. The Man
who keeps the garden ought to be
here. He cannot treasure it as will,
| else he would not leave it. / will
| take it. q '
He snapped the flower from it's
| place in the branches.
+ He took the rose.
He wore it, and was very proud. OF
| the admiration of the world outside.
| And so was the rose. But only for
day.
In the world, the rose faded and
withered.
The man said: Really, the rose is
not so fair as I thought.
| He threw it away. The rose died
| in the gutter.
| The man found another rose.
| The Man who kept the garden sor-
rowed.
There are many things which
wither and fade.
And even die.
Love, for instance. And, of course.
roses.-Black and White.