For life was born on the lofty heights
And flows in a laughing stream
To the river below
Whose onward flow
Ends in a peaceful dream.
And so at last,
When our life has passed
And the river has run its course,
It again goes back,
O'er the selfsame track,
To the mountain which was its source.
So why prize life
Or why fear death,
Or dread what is to be?
The river ran its allotted span
Till it reached the silent sea.
Then the water harked back to the mountaintop
To begin its course once more.
So we shall run the course begun
Till we reach the silent shore,
Then revisit earth in a pure rebirth
From the heart of the virgin snow.
So don't ask why we live or die,
Or wither, or when we go,
Or wonder about the mysteries
That only God may know.
by William Randolph Hearst
"Birches" by Robert Frost
November and December, 1997
"One Last Rose" by Gail Lemnah Barnett
"Far From the Madding Crowd" by Nixon Waterman
"Kiss From a Rose" by Seal, from the Album: "Seal"
"Summer Rose Saga" by Gail Lemnah Barnett
"A Bird Came Down the Walk" by Emily Dickinson
"The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost
"The Path That Leads to Nowhere" by Corinne Roosevelt Robinson
"The Firefly" by Jane Stuart
"Plant a Tree" by Lucy Larcom
"The Daffodils" by William Wordsworth
"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost
"Wintering Rosarians" by Gail Lemnah Barnett
"'Tis the Last Rose of Summer" by Thomas Moore
"Autumn Chant" by Edna St. Vincent Millay
"The Fish" by Elizabeth Bishop
"Departmental" by Robert Frost
"City Flies" by Alan Van Dine
"My Neighbor's Roses" by A.L. Gruber