Near a shady wall
Near a shady wall a rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed
In God’s free light.
Watered and fed by morning dew,
Shedding it’s sweetness day and night.
As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall,
Through which there shone
a beam of light.
Onward it crept with added strength,
With never a thought of fear or pride
It followed the light
Through the crevice-length,
And unfolded itself on the other side.
The light, the dew, the broadening view,
Were found the same
As they were before,
And it lost itself in beauties new,
Breathing it’s fragrance more and more.
Shall claim of death
Cause us to grieve,
And make our courage faint or fall?
Nay let us faith and hope receive -
The rose still grows beyond the wall.....
Scattering fragrance far and wide,
Just as it did in days of yore,
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will for ever more.