Oregonian (1915)
“ Vain is thy taunt, Destroyer: Spring once more Thy mad and ruthless ruin shall restore. Following is the poem "Ashes of Roses," written 25 years ago by Mrs. Helen N. Packard: Ashes of Roses. What though the flowers we have gathered in youth, Culled from the gardens of freshness and truth, Fade in our clasp, as the long day closes? Still there remains to us, ashes of roses. When in life's west fades forever the light, And o'er our pathway hushed falls the night, Still subtle in fragrance as the day closes All that remains behind, ashes of roses. ”
