IV 
SUMMER 
Ir 5 
The rose is, too, an emblem of life—its joys 
and sorrows ; the bright flowers of the rose 
are our happy days and sweetest pleasures ; its 
thorns are our sorrows and tears. But just as 
every rose has its thorns and flowers, so we try 
ROSE CLIMBING ON A TREE 
to find brightness amid sorrow, and spread 
roses of happiness around us. 
As on each rose a thorn there grows, 
Strive that no thorn shall be without its rose. 
These roses of goodness do not die, but their 
sweet odours refresh us all through life, and 
