"Your garden grows a rose," his people said "Yes," Mary's father raised his old white head "We have a rose," he answered, and his face Lit with love's light poured radiance o'er the place "We wish to pluck that rose that it may grow Henceforth in Joseph's garden." "Aye, I know" lisped Mary's father, deeply sunk in thought "Transplanting of a rose...Learn More

A flush, a curve, a wind that blows A breath of life, 'twas called a rose A little sorrow and joy in part A breath of love, 'twas called a heart A heart, a rose, God took these two He wove them together; He called them you...Learn More