Copyright, 1895, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words and Music by Louise Tunison.
Rose, thou art fading, drooping and dying.
Though all the air with thy fragrance is sighing:
Can'st thou not live, sweet flowers, yet aw idle longer?
That in thy presence my heart may grow stronger.
Last night my love gave me thee, as a token;
True was her heart, true the words of love spoken:
Thou brought me joy, rose-such joy did st thou give,
I'd have thee ever, forever to live;
I'd have thee ever, forever to live.
While I behold thee, cruel doubts are banished-
Breathing thy perfume, sad mem'ries are vanished,
All of life's bitterness fades as a dream,
I forget sorrow, but joys do remain.
Ah! thou art dying, rose, still thou art dying:
E'en in thy death, rose, with fragrance thou'rt sighing,
Still I'll not chide thee more, in peace depart;
Thy life, though brief, hath thrice blessed my heart;
Thy life, though brief, hath thrice blessed my heart.