Near a shady wall,
A white and red rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed,
In gods free light.
As they grew and blossomed,fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height.
They came to a crevice on the wall,
Through which shone a beam of light.
Onward they crept with added strength,
With never a thought of fear or pride,
They followed the light through the crevice length,
And unfolded themselves on the other side.
Shall dawn of death cause i to grieve
And make my courage faint and fall?,
Nay.Let my faith and hope receive,
The roses still grow beyond the wall.
scattering fragrance far and wide,
Just as they did in the days of yore,
Just as they will forevermore.