Seven Popular Songs (1826, Falkirk)/The Last Rose of Summer

by Thomas Moore (1779-1852)

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THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER.

 

'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone,All her lovely companions are faded and goneNo flowers of her Kindred no rose-bud is nigh,To reflect back her blushes or give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee thou lone one to pine on the stem,Since the lovely are sleeping—go sleep thou with themThus kindly I'll scatter thy leaves o'er the bedWhere thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead,

So soon may I follow when friendships decay,And from loev's shining circle the gems drop away, When true hearts lie wither'd and fond ones are flown,O who would inhabit this bleak world alone,

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