THE ROSE AND THORNS

 

THE ROSE AND THORNS - DIALOGUE POEM

CHILD:

 O Rose, I think it is horrid! 
Just see this naughty thorn! 

I wish you'd grow with nice smooth 

Like golden-rod or corn. 

ROSE:

 

Each rose must have its thorns, dear child, 

'-Tis right God made it so; 

They keep the naughty things away 

And give us chance to grow. 

CHILD:

 

Well, Rose ,if you must have your thorns, 

And if it could be so, 

I wish you'd keep them in the ground 

Down where your roots all grow. 

ROSE:

 

There are other kinds of thorns, dear child; 

You d better look and see 

If you have any thorns yourself 

Before you talk to me.

                -Selected 

Per. 2537 d. 1/ 1892 

References:

1. Primary Plan Book 1912

2. GIRL'S OWN ANNUAL 1891