The Soul of a Rose 
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Somehow the presence of roses 
Brings a quiet, sweet balm to the heart— 
The dew and the sunshine seem mingled 
In the wafted perfumes that depart. 
From the soul of a rose 
Shines a blessing, 
Soothing — restful — caressing. 
A message from God 
To soften our woes 
Is hidden away in 
The soul of a rose. 
Heaven's own gift is the roses 
Filled with a blessing divine, 
That uplifts the heart 
With their fragrance, 
Keeping our fond hopes ashine. 
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