I am looking for a poem I read years ago - perhaps in a sympathy card...it was about a rose -or maybe just a flower - that grew through a crack in a wall. It's beauty wasn't seen on this side but on the other. It was a poem meant to take away the sting of death. Does anyone know this one?

-- Thea (thea_211@yahoo.com), February 28, 2000

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THE ROSE STILL GROWS BEYOND THE WALL Poem 6

Near a shady wall a rose once grew,

Budded and blossomed in God's free light,

Watered and fed by morning dew,

Shedding its sweetness day and night.

As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,

Slowly rising to loftier height,

I came to a crevice in the wall,

Through which there shone a beam of light.

Onward it crept with added strength,

With never a thought of fear or pride.

It followed the light through crevice's length

And unfolded itself on the other side.

The light, the dew, the broadening view

Were found the same as they were before;

And it lost itself in beauties new,

Breathing its fragrance more and more.

Shall claim of death cause us to grieve,

And make our courage faint and fail?

Nay! Let us faith and hope receive:

The rose still grows beyond the wall.

Scattering fragrance far and wide,

Just as it did in days of yore,

Just as it did on the other side,

Just as it will for evermore.

A. L. Frink

-- ilza (ilza@pobox.com), March 01, 2000.

I do, it is quite an old poem. I will search among my papers and revert.

-- ilza (ilza@pobox.com), February 28, 2000.