The evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942, 1915-12-22
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SCATTER LlFE's ROSES
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BY Mrs. chan. o. Wynne

tue HnOuTnIul ecnO OF Tne Last KOS
OF Summer" and look about us, W.
would find that roses are alway
blooming sOmewhere--like the sun
though II shines continually. II Ia hi,
from our view every few hours BY
CLOUD upon cloud OF dark
Piled up by the tyrant. Night"
II is said that In the language OF thu
flowers the rose signifies love. and be
lieve that no other blossom could con
vey this beautiful sentiment so well
for who could watch them grow ant
not love them All flowers are beau
tiful, but I love the rose best.
Did you ever carress flower and
feel It tremble at your touch?
Loving words are flowers that are
sown by the soul and watered by the
dews Of the heart. and II We loved one
another as we love flowers. there would
be less unhappiness in the world. for
we would be more tender, more sympa
thetic.
The life Of rose Is short. but It full
fills its mission by leaving the air
sweeter than II found II. Let us take
pattern after the rose by leaving trail
OF sweetness behind US that those com
ing after may be cheered and encour-
aged by some beautiful word or deed
Of ours. There IS no limit to the good
we can do II we keep our hearts open
for opportunities. So let us scatter
life's roses everywhere We 90. that the
fragrance OF the blossoms will be watt
cd into somebody's heart and leave its
sweetness there.
II you simply smile on some weary
outcast he carries the memory Of that
smile all down the years. There are
none so depraved that they are incapa.
BILE OF feeling gratitude and love. and
perhaps you or may touch the spring
that opens the portals Of tenderness.
Should we avoid any opportunity to
arouse them to this softened condition
Of heart Just because they look for.
bidding and unsympathetic?
Don't forget that they. too. have a
heart that often throbs and aches with
human sorrow. for they've passed
through fields where you've never
been. and they are way.sore and weary.
Poor, tired souls. A few kind words
would fall softly. sweetly as chimes Of
heavenly music, on their world.worn
spirit.
What are we doing for humanity,
anyway? Are we doing our part? II
not, II behooves us to be up and doing.
Tor all around US we see weaker broth.
ers, weary with the struggle for bare
existence. We may not all be able to
assist them financially, but "love light
,ns labor" and those hearts may be
lnconsciously longing for the words
hat only you or I may have the oppor-
unity to speak.
Most OF US nave noble sentiments in
,ur hearts, which. II cultivated. would
blossom into beautiful words or deeds
hat would brighten the life OF some
me less fortunate. But the trouble
With many Of US Is that we are prone
o shun our weaker brother because he
years shabby coat. But the poet
ings:
There's many true heart still beating
Bneath the old coat Of tramp"
Anyway. he has q heart. and that Is
ghat we want to purify.
We are too apt to Judge the whole
,orld Of mankind by the limited num-
ar that we meet In our daily walk Of
fe and Il behooves us to cure this
eject In our minds. and broaden It 10
lat It takes In every living creature
his is love In the highest sense In the
uman race. gI
II we could put from our minds the
ins and crimes Of the few. and re-
aember only the good done BY the
housands OF earnest workers. what Q
ansformation there would be In our
minds.
People would b ahams with enthust.
am II they loved one another In the