The Rose and the Amaranth

: Aesop's Fables

AN AMARANTH planted in a garden near a Rose-Tree, thus addressed

it: "What a lovely flower is the Rose, a favorite alike with Gods

and with men. I envy you your beauty and your perfume." The Rose

replied, "I indeed, dear Amaranth, flourish but for a brief

season! If no cruel hand pluck me from my stem, yet I must perish

by an early doom. But thou art immortal and dost never fade, but

bloomest for ever in renewed youth."