My love for you just gently flows,
While I sit and think of the words to compose.
May always your soul be tender
As the breath of a rose.
THE WILD ROSE
The little wild rose
I gave to you
’Tis a token of my love,
Will you be true?
It was losing its petals,
For autumn was near,
But love so humble,
For you my dear.
If all through life
This rose could speak,
’Twould strengthen our love
Should it e’er grow weak.
A SONG OF A BROKEN HEART
Just as many days that my heart has broken
I will count and hold as love’s sad token,
But just the way my heart is aching
Some day you’ll love, then you’ll be forsaken.
You may be happy for a time, in a way,
But fate will overrule, then you’re sure to pay,
And when that time comes you’ll sit and look in space.
In each, and every vision, will be my broken-hearted face.
Then you will see and solemnly plead
To have the time shortened, my heart did bleed.
But remember when you’re playing with the game of love
You can fool many a body, but think whose above.
THE END OF LIFE
Our lives is like a ball of twine,
Day by day it unwinds,
As if tied to a reel that you turn and turn;
This is what every soul should learn.
Who only knows where the end will appear
On this tiny little string holding life so dear.
Above is our judge to handle this case,
We know not when the time, nor space
Being numbered in moments, days, hours, and years,
Save us, Oh! Lord, as the time draws near;
And when the end cometh its the work of our God
Then forever we’ll sleep beneath the sod.
Blessed art the ones
Whom our Father crowns.
But lost art the ones
Whom seeketh and ne’er found.