p. 1 | THE ROSES OF JUNE by Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Jun 20, 1911

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 38, No. 24.

THE ROSES OF JUNE

By Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

Sweet month of the roses, we hail thee to-day, Thou beautiful rose-bedecked sister of May! The skies are aglow, and the world is atune With the splendor and beauty and music of June.

Sweet month of the roses, so glad and so fair, Thou breathest the perfume of Eden so rare; The roses of Sharon, the lilies so sweet, Are strewn in the path of thy fast flying feet.

Sweet month of the roses, thy flowers must fade, Like the flush on the cheek of a beautiful maid; For alas, there is writ on thy banners so gay, That saddest of legends, “We’re passing away.”

But we dream of the day when this glorified earth Shall don once again the fair robes of her birth. In the gardens of God, on that evergreen shore, The flowers of beauty shall fade nevermore.