Amid The Roses

There was laughter 'mid the Roses, For it was their natal day; And the children in the garden were As light of heart as they.

There were sighs amid the Roses, For the night was coming on; And the children--weary now of play-- Were ready to be gone.

There are tears amid the Roses, For the children are asleep; And the silence of the garden makes The lonely blossoms weep.