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The Rose By The Tomb

Twas in a country graveyard
Foresaken long ago,
I came upon an ancient rose
Guarding an ancient tomb
Gnarled was the branch
That caressed the mossy stone
But fresh and fair the bloom
of maidenblush pink and perfume dear
To the rose I said,
"Why unfold thy tender beauty
Where loved ones no longer come,
Or waste thy sweetness
Upon this lovely air?"
Replied the rose by the tomb
"In our garden, long ago,
This maiden loved and cared for me
To abide with her now
Is the least I can do"

Robert Bayse