Thursday, June 11, 2009

Just a little too high

The Wild White Rose
by Ellen H. Willis

It was peeping through the brambles, that little wild white rose,



Where the hawthorn hedge was planted, my garden to enclose.



All beyond was fern and heather, on the breezy, open moor;



All within was sun and shelter, and the wealth of beauty's store.



But I did not heed the fragrance of flow'ret or of tree,
For my eyes were on that rosebud, and it grew too high for me.



In vain I strove to reach it through the tangled mass of green,
It only smiled and nodded behind its thorny screen.



Yet through that summer morning I lingered near the spot:
Oh, why do things seem sweeter if we possess them not?



My garden buds were blooming, but all that I could see
Was that little mocking wild rose, hanging just too high for me.


So in life's wider garden there are buds of promise, too,
Beyond our reach to gather, but not beyond our view;
And like the little charmer that tempted me astray,
They steal out half the brightness of many a summer's day.
Oh, hearts that fail with longing for some forbidden tree,
Look up and learn a lesson from my white rose and me. '
Tis wiser far to number the blessings at my feet,
Than ever to be sighing for just one bud more sweet.


My sunbeams and my shadows fall from a pierced Hand,
I can surely trust His wisdom since His heart I understand;



And maybe in the morning, when His blessed face I see,
He will tell me why my white rose grew just a little too high for me.


2 comments:

Victoria June 11, 2009 at 5:26 PM  

How wonderful! The pictures were beautiful too...very inspiring, thank you.

Rebecca June 11, 2009 at 6:54 PM  

beautiful! thanks for sharing it Deb!

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