Look now, and see,
life is a rose,
its petals our joy,
its thorns, our woes.
And, every soul of woman born,
to touch the rose must chance the thorn.
For if all thorns from Earth were gone,
where is the need of life beyond?
Where beauty never sees decay,
and night ne'er dims eternal day.
Enjoy life's blessings, endure life's woes,
'till Heavenward, our souls are born,
to Sharon's bright and farest Rose,
the only Rose,
which bares no thorn.
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