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The child and the rosebud
Recently I witnessed a curious scene: a small child extending little hands to any object that held her attention. From afar I could not see what so enchanted the child, but coming closer I saw her dark eyes staring at a gracious rosebud she could not reach because it was too high up. Then I hastened to cut the flower that so captivated the innocent girl. It was a beautiful red bud, hidden as if afraid under the green foliage of the rose bush; its petals still kept, as if in a precious safe, its intoxicating scent. The sun of this spring morning made it all the more beautiful, making all the tears that the dawn had shed on the delicate casing shine with different colors. How beautiful was the little bud; how ruddy her petals were, not yet burned by the heat of the sun! Oh! Each flower is a masterpiece of the author of all the beauties of the universe! This lovely bud was beautiful and sweet because it had a green casing, within which it shut itself to shelter its sweet and timid flower: the future rose under the foliage of the rosebush that would not ... READ MORE