'Tis Only a Rosebud.
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At last in peace 'tis anchored now
In haven of sweet rest,
Though Granny's dust lies 'neath the snow,
Her soul's on Jesus' breast.
In haven of sweet rest,
Though Granny's dust lies 'neath the snow,
Her soul's on Jesus' breast.
'TIS ONLY A ROSEBUD.
'Tis only a rosebud, faded and dead!
But around it still fond memories cling.
In halls of pride its aroma was shed;
Once of its beauty a poet did sing
But around it still fond memories cling.
In halls of pride its aroma was shed;
Once of its beauty a poet did sing
In numbers which flowed from heart unto heart,
And chords long silent vibrated once more;
Its glory defied the poet's loved art,
But soon its sweet bloom and triumph were o'er.
And chords long silent vibrated once more;
Its glory defied the poet's loved art,
But soon its sweet bloom and triumph were o'er.
It drooped and withered, was ruthlessly thrown,
Anywhere! anywhere! out of the way,
In obscurity now, it lies unknown,
Even forgotten is its inspired lay.
Anywhere! anywhere! out of the way,
In obscurity now, it lies unknown,
Even forgotten is its inspired lay.
But thus it is e'er: the joys we possess
Are cherished one moment, then flung away,
And the charms of youth, the world oft caress;
In age are forgot and left to decay.
Are cherished one moment, then flung away,
And the charms of youth, the world oft caress;
In age are forgot and left to decay.
