EASTER ROSES (To Mrs. Perry Honce McGee)
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The roses you hold Though they are withering away, In their heart is my love And a brighter day. Their petals now drooped But fragrance still sweet, My heart with trueness For you ever beats. All the whole world And its treasures of gold Could tell no sweeter story Than these roses have told. So fate could ne’er send No sweeter one, dear, Than you with your love And tender care.