Poems (Sharpless)/Gathered
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GATHERED[Suggested by an epitaph mentioned in Fox's Journal.]
It was but a sweet white rose,
Unfolding to sun and air;
I watched it gently unclose,
With many a yearning prayer.
Unfolding to sun and air;
I watched it gently unclose,
With many a yearning prayer.
One morning I sought my delight
At earliest gleam of dawn;—
But no blossom greeted my sight,
The beautiful wonder was gone.
At earliest gleam of dawn;—
But no blossom greeted my sight,
The beautiful wonder was gone.
"Who hath gathered this bud?" I cried,
Amid weeping that would not cease:—
"The Master Himself," one replied;
And in anguish I held my peace.
Amid weeping that would not cease:—
"The Master Himself," one replied;
And in anguish I held my peace.