In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"I the White Rose and that Black Candle - we are mere nothings, and yet we represent something of life and death. I the White Rose was born from a seed, grew from earth into life, and blossomed into flower. My friend the Candle has body and has life, too. Its flame is its life, and others have noted that it dies as it lives. We both rest in a dark and somber place, and we hear soft, sad weeping."
"Hear The White Rose, The Black Candle,"
The Angle: Vol. 1961
, Article 26.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1961/iss1/26