It is on a common subject, "Life like a Rose":--
"Childhood's like a tender bud
That's scarce been formed an hour,
But which erelong will doubtless be
A bright and lovely flower.
"And youth is like a full-blown rose
Which has not known decay;
But which must soon, alas! too soon!
Wither and fade away.
"And age is like a withered rose,
That bends beneath the blast;
But though its beauty all is gone,
Its fragrance yet may last."
This, and other verses that I wrote then, serve to illustrate the
child's usual inclination to look forward meditatively, rather
than to think and write of the simple things that belong to
children.
Our small venture set some of us imagining what larger
possibilities might be before us in the far future. We talked
over the things we should like to do when we should be women out
in the active world; and the author of the shoe-story horrified
us by declaring that she meant to be distinguished when she grew
up for something, even if it was for something bad! She did go so
far in a bad way as to plagiarize a long poem in a subsequent
number of the "Diving Bell" but the editor found her out, and we
all thought that a reproof from Emilie was sufficent punishment.
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