A Persian fable says: One day A wanderer found a lump of clay
So redolent of sweet perfume Its odors scented all the room.
“What are thou?” was his quick demand. “Art thou some gem from
Samarcand, Or spikenard in this rude disguise, Or other costly
merchandise?” “Nay, I am but a lump of clay.” “Then, whence this
wondrous perfume, say!” “Friend, if the secret I disclose-- I
have been dwelling with the rose.”
Dear Lord, abide with us, that we May draw our perfume fresh
from thee.
It is nothing wonderful that men said of the early disciples that
they had been with Jesus. They had in their life the perfume of the
rose--the Rose of Sharon.
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=Understanding, Perfect=--See FUTURE LIFE.