THE SNAIL AND THE ROSE-TREE [1]
which are blown away by the
wind. But I once saw how a rose was laid in the mistress's
hymn-book, and how one of my roses found a place in the bosom of a
young beautiful girl, and how another was kissed by the lips of a
child in the glad joy of life. That did me good; it was a real
blessing. Those are my recollections, my life."
And the rose tree went on blooming in innocence, while the snail
lay idling in his house- the world was nothing to him.
Years passed by.
The snail had turned to earth in the earth, and the rose tree too.
Even the souvenir rose in the hymn-book was faded, but in the garden
there were other rose trees and other snails. The latter crept into
their houses and spat at the world, for it did not concern them.
Shall we read the story all over again? It will be just the same.
THE END
.
wind. But I once saw how a rose was laid in the mistress's
hymn-book, and how one of my roses found a place in the bosom of a
young beautiful girl, and how another was kissed by the lips of a
child in the glad joy of life. That did me good; it was a real
blessing. Those are my recollections, my life."
And the rose tree went on blooming in innocence, while the snail
lay idling in his house- the world was nothing to him.
Years passed by.
The snail had turned to earth in the earth, and the rose tree too.
Even the souvenir rose in the hymn-book was faded, but in the garden
there were other rose trees and other snails. The latter crept into
their houses and spat at the world, for it did not concern them.
Shall we read the story all over again? It will be just the same.
THE END
.