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 againAnd the springs gush forth anew,Singing sweeter for the painThat could check but not subdue.Ay, we know how deepest gloomMakes the springs of gladness fail;But when in their richest bloomDroop 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.Dark may be the days and yearsStrewn with leaves of roses dead;Smile we brighter for the tearsWhen the northern winds have fled.Singer sweet, the thought is true,—Roses fade and springs run dry;But there's nothing old or newThat has life can ever die.Sweetest hopes must needs be fedIf they'd spring to life anew,When grief's winter shall have fled,Giving place to sun and dew;When earth withers like the rose,All its treasure leaves closed up,Then that other blossom blowsLife immortal in its cup.
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 againAnd the springs gush forth anew,Singing sweeter for the painThat could check but not subdue.Ay, we know how deepest gloomMakes the springs of gladness fail;But when in their richest bloomDroop 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.Dark may be the days and yearsStrewn with leaves of roses dead;Smile we brighter for the tearsWhen the northern winds have fled.Singer sweet, the thought is true,—Roses fade and springs run dry;But there's nothing old or newThat has life can ever die.Sweetest hopes must needs be fedIf they'd spring to life anew,When grief's winter shall have fled,Giving place to sun and dew;When earth withers like the rose,All its treasure leaves closed up,Then that other blossom blowsLife immortal in its cup.
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 againAnd the springs gush forth anew,Singing sweeter for the painThat could check but not subdue.
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.
Ay, we know how deepest gloomMakes the springs of gladness fail;But when in their richest bloomDroop 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.
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.
Dark may be the days and yearsStrewn with leaves of roses dead;Smile we brighter for the tearsWhen the northern winds have fled.Singer sweet, the thought is true,—Roses fade and springs run dry;But there's nothing old or newThat has life can ever die.
Dark may be the days and years
Strewn with leaves of roses dead;
Smile we brighter for the tears
When the northern winds have fled.
Singer sweet, the thought is true,—
Roses fade and springs run dry;
But there's nothing old or new
That has life can ever die.
Sweetest hopes must needs be fedIf they'd spring to life anew,When grief's winter shall have fled,Giving place to sun and dew;When earth withers like the rose,All its treasure leaves closed up,Then that other blossom blowsLife immortal in its cup.
Sweetest hopes must needs be fed
If they'd spring to life anew,
When grief's winter shall have fled,
Giving place to sun and dew;
When earth withers like the rose,
All its treasure leaves closed up,
Then that other blossom blows
Life immortal in its cup.