Have you ever watched the development of a rose
from a tiny bud to the open flower?
The bud holds more promise of beauty
than the foliage about it;
but day by day it grows
until it is full and round.
You look upon the bursting bud
with admiration and delight,
though yet you do not see
the rose in its full size and beauty.
Girlhood days are happy days,
the blush of youth is on your cheeks,
I would not chill
the warmth and aniamation of happy girlhood.
If I could see the clouds and storms of life just ahead,
the cares that would bend your back
and break your heart,
would they be any less painful or difficult if you knew?
Laugh and play now, for this is your day.
Dream your bright and happy dreams,
and aspire to your lofty heights.
In a few short years, oh! so few you will step
into the full care and responsibility of womanhood.