Ten Favourite Songs/The last Rose of summer
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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 gone;
No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes or give sigh for sigh.
All her lovely companions are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred, no rosebud 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 them;
Thus kindly I'll scatter thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead.
Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep thou with them;
Thus kindly I'll scatter thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead.
So, soon may I follow, when friendships decay,
And from love's shining circle the gems drop away:
When true hearts lie wither'd and fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit this bleak world alone?
And from love's shining circle the gems drop away:
When true hearts lie wither'd and fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit this bleak world alone?