<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420883" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Winter Roses</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My garden roses long ago<br>Have perished from the leaf-strewn walks;<br>Their pale, fair sisters smile no more<br>Upon the sweet-brier stalks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gone with the flower-time of my life,<br>Spring's violets, summer's blooming pride,<br>And Nature's winter and my own<br>Stand, flowerless, side by side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So might I yesterday have sung;<br>To-day, in bleak December's noon,<br>Come sweetest fragrance, shapes, and hues,<br>The rosy wealth of June!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bless the young bands that culled the gift,<br>And bless the hearts that prompted it;<br>If undeserved it comes, at least<br>It seems not all unfit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of old my Quaker ancestors<br>Had gifts of forty stripes save one;<br>To-day as many roses crown<br>The gray head of their son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with them, to my fancy's eye,<br>The fresh-faced givers smiling come,<br>And nine and thirty happy girls<br>Make glad a lonely room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They bring the atmosphere of youth;<br>The light and warmth of long ago<br>Are in my heart, and on my cheek<br>The airs of morning blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O buds of girlhood, yet unblown,<br>And fairer than the gift ye chose,<br>For you may years like leaves unfold<br>The heart of Sharon's rose</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420883" data-title="Winter Roses de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="My garden roses long ago Have perished from the leaf-strewn walks; Their pale, fair sisters smile no more Upon the sweet-brier stalks. Gone with the flower-time of my life, Spring's violets, summer's blooming pride, And Nature's winter and my own..."></div> </div> </div>

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