  Life is like a rose, Looking fair to-day; Gradually it grows, Then fades away. Character is the perfume, Flying in the air; Useful works the solemn tune, Playing everywhere. Like the trees when clothed in green, Give us shade and beauty; We can let our works be seen, If we do our duty. Sometimes the path of life is sunshine, And our hearts are filled with gladness; But when the path of life is cloudy, Our hearts are filled with sadness. When life is spent in usefulness, It’s more than what it seems; But when it’s spent in idleness, It passes like a dream. Life depends on what we make it, We should strive to do our best; Helping self and helping others, Sowing seeds of usefulness. Life is measured not by color, But is measured by our deeds; Length of years count us nothing, If we sow not useful seed. Life is adorned with many roses, Many fashions and many forms; So be careful in your plucking, For among the roses are many thorns. |
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