In The Rose Garden

ED roses bright, pink roses and white
That bud and blossom and fall;

The very sight of my heart's delight
Is more than worth them all!

Is worth far more than the whole sweet store
That ever a garden grew-- She plucked the best to die at her breast,
But it laughed and it bloomed anew!

The red rose lay at her lips to-day,
And flushed with the joy thereof;

She said a word that the white rose heard,
And the white rose paled with love.

But the west wind blows, and my lady goes,
And she leaves the world forlorn;

And every rose that the garden grows,
Might just as well be a thorn!