Excerpt from Ashes of Roses This is my book. I come to you, my father, And for the disobedience of past years I ask forgiveness. We have loved together, And quenched the bonfires of my youth with tears, Yet I grow full; the old wrong reappears; And I must be assured once more with kindness That you still love me, - that the wound endears Thy son, who gave it, for 't was all in blindness. This is my book. Oh can you feel the pride You felt that evening by the riverside, When with emotion a good father knows, You heard me read my little piece, September, Written that day, my first developed rose, The one you loved the most do you remember? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.