The rose, that bloomed so fair and bright,
Now sheds its petals, one by one,
A fleeting beauty, lost to sight,
Its life's brief, lovely course now run.
Now sheds its petals, one by one,
A fleeting beauty, lost to sight,
Its life's brief, lovely course now run.
A symbol sweet, of transient grace,
It teaches us, though fair it be,
All earthly beauty finds its place,
In nature's vast eternity.
It teaches us, though fair it be,
All earthly beauty finds its place,
In nature's vast eternity.