“Dear Lord,
Give me a few friends who will love me for what I am,
and keep ever burning before my vagrant steps
the kindly light of hope…
And though I come not within sight of the castle of my dreams,
teach me to be thankful for life, and for time’s olden memories
that are good and sweet.
And may the evening’s twilight find me gentle still.”

white rose, garden, backyard, SwittersB