62
TRUE AH, TRUE, THE ROSES FALL.
Companion to "Leaf by Leaf the Roses Fall."
True, ah, true, the roses fall,
And in drops the springs run dry;
Slowly, surely, past recall,
Summer beauties hasten by.
True, the roses bloom again
And the springs gush forth anew,
Singing sweeter for the pain
That could check but not subdue.
And in drops the springs run dry;
Slowly, surely, past recall,
Summer beauties hasten by.
True, the roses bloom again
And the springs gush forth anew,
Singing sweeter for the pain
That could check but not subdue.
Ay, we know how deepest gloom
Makes the springs of gladness fail;
But when in their richest bloom
Droop the roses, wan and pale;
Search and find the hope that strives,
Poor, downtrodden germ apart;
Nurture kindly till it thrives,
Fairest blossom of the heart.
Makes the springs of gladness fail;
But when in their richest bloom
Droop the roses, wan and pale;
Search and find the hope that strives,
Poor, downtrodden germ apart;
Nurture kindly till it thrives,
Fairest blossom of the heart.
