LIII
Wherever flowers cannot be reared, there man cannot live.
Napoleon.
A rose to the living is sweet. Clara Barton.
The roses are sweet, and blessed be they who bring them into one’s life. Clara Barton.
A heaven-sent gift, and blessing, is the rose,
Its grace inspireth aspirations high. E. G. Browne.
The red rose has been blazoned with a boar’s head on the Barton crest ever since the War of the Roses.
Dr. William E. Barton.
All the world brings its roses to the bier of Clara Barton.
Grand Rapids Herald.
My life is like the summer rose
That opens to the sky,
But ere the shades of evening close
Is scattered on the ground—to die.
Richard Henry Wilde.
There’s the rosemary, that’s for remembrance;—and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts. Shakespeare.