THE ROSE OF EDEN.

Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2671, 28 October 1882, Page 3

THE ROSE OF EDEN.

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['«All the Tear Round."] Fair Eve knelt close by the guarded gate, in tho glow of the Eastern spring; She saw the flash of the angel's sword, and the sheen of the angel's wing j She thought as she held her sobbing breath she could hear the happy sighs Of the tiny rivulets that fed the mosses of

Paradise; She knew how the birds were flattering among

the clustered flowers, And gorgeous blooms and arohing trees that shadowed Ellen's bowers J And she oried aloud, in an agony of wild, remorseful prayer, " Give me one bud, but one, but one, from the thousands that blossom there 1" He turned as he heard her piteous voioe, in his grave angelio grace, And looked with a wistful tenderness on the pathos of her face; And because of its entreaty, and beoause she

oould not see How fair were the pure, white violets crushed, dying, at her knee; And beoauße he knew this punishment through the weary years must burn, And through all things sweet and good on earth, her heart would for Eden yearn, He gathered a rich red rose that grew where the four great rivers met, Flinging it to the impassioned hands whose olasp implored him yet. And though for many a cyole past, that rose in dust has lain With her who bore it on her breast, when she past from life and pain, There is never a daughter of Eve but onoe, ere the tale of her days is done, She will know the soent of the Eden rose, just onoe, beneath the sun; And whatever else she may win or lose, endure, or do, or due, She will never forget the enchantment it gave to the common, odorless air j For the world may yield her content or Joy, fame, sorrow or sacrifice, But the hour that brought the scent of. tho rose, the lived it in Paradise,