Rose And Root

The Rose nloft in the snnnyair, lk'lovud allke by blrd and bee, Takes ior the dark root little care, That toils below it ceaselessly. I put my question to the flower: '■ I'ride of the sumraer, garden queen, Why livest thou tby little hour?'' And the rose auswered ; u I am seen." I put my qncstion to the Root - " I mine the oarth content," it said, "A hidden miner underfoot : I kuow a Rose is overhead."