Leaf By Leaf The Roses Fall
LEAF by leaf the roses fall,
Drop by drop the springs run dry;
One by one, beyond recall,
Summer roses droop and die.
But the roses bloom again,
And the springs will gush anew
In the pleasant April rain.
And the summer rain and dew.
So in hours of deepest gloom,
When the springs of gladness fail,
And the roses in their bloom
Droop like maidens, wan and pale,
We shall find some hope that lies,
Like a silent gem, apart;
Hidden far from careless eyes,
In the garden of the heart.
Some sweet hope to gladness wed,
That will spring afresh and new.
When grief's winter will have fled,
Giving place to rain and dew;
Some sweet hope that breaths of spring,
Through the weary, weary time,
Budding for its blossoming,
In the spirit's glorious clime.