But safe from the tempest abide in my heart,
O dear white rose of the world!
Blithe air and flashing wing,
And awakened sap that thrills and flows;
But hid from the riot, and haste of the spring
Sleeps one white rose.
O scattered leaves of days!
O low-voiced glories that fade and depart!
But changeless and dear through the changing year
Blooms one white rose in my heart.