A Rosebud In Lent

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Title:     A Rosebud In Lent
Author: George Augustus Baker [More Titles by Baker]

You saw her last, the ball-room's belle,
A souffle, lace and roses blent;
Your worldly worship moved her then;
She does not know you now, in Lent.

See her at prayer! Her pleading hands
Bear not one gem of all her store.
Her face is saint-like. Be rebuked
By those pure eyes, and gaze no more

Turn, turn away! But carry hence
The lesson she has dumbly taught--
That bright young creature kneeling there
With every feeling, every thought

Absorbed in high and holy dreams
Of--new Spring dresses truth to say,
To them the time is sanctified
From Shrove-tide until Easter day.

[The end]
George Augustus Baker's poem: Rosebud In Lent

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