beautiful rose – henry clay work

Off on the prairie, where the balmy air
Kisses the waving corn,
There lives a farmer, with a daughter fair–
Fair as a summer’s morn!
She has a nature gentle as a dove,
Pure as the mountain snows;
Say! is it strange that everyone should love–
Love such a girl as Rose?

Beautiful Rose! lovely Rose!
Pride of the prairie bower!
Everybody loves her–everybody knows
She is the fairest flower.

Rose is a lady yet from early dawn,
Labors her skillful hand;
She is the housewife, now her mother’s gone–
Gone to the better land.
Rose has the beauty–father has the gold–
Both will be hers one day;
For she is young, while he is growing old–
Old people pass away.

Clerks from the city, plowmen from the field,
Lords from a foreign land;
Each in their turn have very humbly kneeled–
Kneeled for her heart and hand.
But to them all she made the same reply–
Kindly but firmly, “No!”
And none but I can tell the reason why–
Why she should treat them so.

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About भण्डारी2013

Has a reflective and idealistic types of personality. Loves to participate in Social activities. Extremely loyal by nature. Laid back unless a strongly held value is threatened and a talented writer too.
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