Plaint Of The Wild Rose

In lonely spot all wild I grew, Palé, thoiigh sun and rain carosscd, When soft one morn, as yflt the dew Sparkled on my snowy broast, A poot camo and pressed his lips- Warm and red with life'9 young blood- Upon ni y snow white rosebud tips. And. lo, there surged a crimson flood Throughout my veins, whicb dyed my breast As never sun nor rain could do, And soft each morn his fond lips prossed My petáis till I rosier grew. But woe is me! One lucklcss day There passed a plowboy on his roan Who plucked me in his sportive play And claimed me for his own. I faded in his ruthless grasp. He cast me here alone to die. Oh, love, once more to feel your clasp And brcatho a last poodbyl - Maley Bainbridge Crist in Womankind.