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The Rainbow and the Rose

The Rainbow and the Rose

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The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Rainbow and the Rose, by E. Nesbit

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Title: The Rainbow and the Rose

Author: E. Nesbit

Posting Date: August 8, 2009 [EBook #4513] Release Date: October, 2003 First Posted: January 28, 2002

Language: English

*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE RAINBOW AND THE ROSE ***

Produced by Charles Aldarondo.

THE RAINBOW AND THE ROSE

BY

E. NESBIT

1905

TO IRIS AND ROSAMUND

CONTENTS.

I.
THE THINGS THAT MATTER THE CONFESSION WORK THE JILTED LOVER THE WILL TO LIVE THE BEATIFIC VISION
II.
MUMMY WHEAT THE BEECH TREE IN ABSENCE SILENCE RAISON D'ETRE THE ONLOOKER THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE AT PARTING SONG RENUNCIATION
III.
THE VEIL OF MAYA SONG TO VERA THE POET TO HIS LOVE THE MAIDEN'S PRAYER SONG THE MAGIC FLOWER LA DERNIERE ROBE DE SOIE THE LEAST POSSIBLE EN TOUT CAS APPEAL ST. VALENTINE'S DAY CHAGRIN D'AMOUR BRIDAL EVE LOVE AND LIFE FROM THE ITALIAN
IV.
"OUT OF THE FULNESS OF THE HEART" SUMMER SONG THE LOWER ROOM SONG MAY SONG
V.
TO IRIS TO A CHILD BIRTHDAY TALK FOR A CHILD TO ROSAMUND FROM THE TUSCAN MOTHER SONG: FROM THE PORTUGUESE
VI.
THE ISLAND POSSESSION ACCESSION THE DESTROYER THE EGOISTS THE WAY OF LOVE TO ONE WHO PLEADED FOR CANDOUR IN LOVE THE ENCHANTED GARDEN THE POOR MAN'S GUEST IN THE SHALLOWS "AND THE RAINS DESCENDED AND THE FLOODS CAME" THE STAR
VII.
THE PRODIGAL SON DESPAIR THE TEMPTATION SECOND NATURE DE PROFUNDIS
VIII.
AT THE GATE VIA AMORIS RETRO SATHANAS THE OLD DISPENSATION THE NEW DISPENSATION THE THREE KINGS
IX.
AFTER DEATH CHLOE INVOCATION THE LAST BETRAYAL A PRAYER FOR THE KING'S MAJESTY TRUE LOVE AND NEW LOVE DEATH IN MEMORY OF SARETTA DEAKIN A PARTING

I.

THE THINGS THAT MATTER.

  NOW that I've nearly done my days,
  And grown too stiff to sweep or sew,
  I sit and think, till I'm amaze,
  About what lots of things I know:
  Things as I've found out one by one—
  And when I'm fast down in the clay,
  My knowing things and how they're done
  Will all be lost and thrown away.

  There's things, I know, as won't be lost,
  Things as folks write and talk about:
  The way to keep your roots from frost,
  And how to get your ink spots out.
  What medicine's good for sores and sprains,
  What way to salt your butter down,
  What charms will cure your different pains,
  And what will bright your faded gown.

  But more important things than these,
  They can't be written in a book:
  How fast to boil your greens and peas,
  And how good bacon ought to look;
  The feel of real good wearing stuff,
  The kind of apple as will keep,
  The look of bread that's rose enough,
  And how to get a child asleep.

  Whether the jam is fit to pot,
  Whether the milk is going to turn,
  Whether a hen will lay or not,
  Is things as some folks never learn.
  I know the weather by the sky,
  I know what herbs grow in what lane;
  And if sick men are going to die,
  Or if they'll get about again.

  Young wives come in, a-smiling, grave,
  With secrets that they itch to tell:
  I know what sort of times they'll have,
  And if they'll have a boy or gell.
  And if a lad is ill to bind,
  Or some young maid is hard to lead,
  I know when you should speak 'em kind,
  And when it's scolding as they need.

  I used to know where birds ud set,
  And likely spots for trout or hare,
  And God may want me to forget
  The way to set a line or snare;
  But not the way to truss a chick,
  To fry a fish, or baste a roast,
  Nor how to tell, when folks are sick,
  What kind of herb will ease them most!

  Forgetting seems such silly waste!
  I know so many little things,
  And now the Angels will make haste
  To dust it all away with wings!
  O God, you made me like to know,
  You kept the things straight in my head,
  Please God, if you can make it so,
  Let me know something when I'm dead.

THE CONFESSION.

  I HAVEN'T always acted good:
  I've taken things not meant for me;
  Not other people's drink and food,
  But things they never seemed to see.
  I haven't done the way I ought
  If all they say in church is true,
  But all I've had I've fairly bought,
  And paid for pretty heavy too.

  For days and weeks are very long
  If you get nothing new and bright,
  And if you never do no wrong
  Somehow you never do no right.
  The chap that daresent go a yard
  For fear the path should lead astray
  May be a saint—though that seems hard,
  But he's no traveller, any way.

  Some things I can't be sorry for,
  The things that silly people hate:
  But some I did I do deplore,
  I knew, inside, they wasn't straight.
  And when my last account is filed,
  And stuck-up angels stop their song,
  I'll ask God's pardon like a child
  For what I really knew was wrong.

  If you've a child, you'd rather see
  A bit of temper, off and on,
  A greedy grab, a silly spree—
  And then a brave thing said or done
  Than hear your boy whine all day long
  About the things he musn't do:
  Just doing nothing, right or wrong:
  And God may feel the same as you.

  For God's our Father, so they say,
  He made His laws and He made me;
  He'll understand about the way
  Me and His laws could not agree.
  He might say, "You're worth more, My son,
  Than all My laws since law began.
  Take good with bad—here's something done—
  And I'm your God, and you're My man."

WORK.

  WHEN I am busying about,
  Sewing on buttons, tapes, and strings,
  Hanging the week's wet washing out
  Or ironing the children's things,
  Sweeping and dusting, cleaning grates,
  Scrubbing the dresser or the floors,
  Washing the greasy dinner plates,
  Scouring the brasses on the doors—

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