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About 1910

Mountain Rose

As I walked through the fields, I beheld a beautiful blossom fair.

It was a bud just unfolding, its petals bright and rare.

I thought as I gazed on this flower as it grew in this garden of ours

It was a type, a wonderful type, of God’s most beautiful flowers.

There in our little garden, this little rose bud grew,

Warmed by the summer sunshine, cooled by the morning dew,

Fairest flower that grows, we loved it—

We cared for this blossom, we called it Our Sweet Mountain Rose.

But the Master came to our fields one day and beheld our blossom rare

A beautiful Godlike treasure so He took it within his care.

Our hearts are sad—but our hearts have been sad before;

When another fair sweet flower bloomed on that bright happy shore.

Just beyond the eternal walls there is the richer ground,

Blooming in his garden may the fairest flowers be found

Side by side, by the gateway growing in sweet repose,

Stands a graceful, snow-white lily and a beautiful mountain Rose.

(Monroe, Utah—Written for Ed Naser and family when his little Rose died. His little Lily Grace died when I was about 10 years old.)