At Parting

The sweetest flow’r that blows

I give you as we part.

For you, it is a rose!

For me, it is my heart!

The fragrance it exhales,

Ah! If you only knew!

Which but in dying fails,

It is my love for you!

The sweetest flow’r that grows

I give you as we part.

You think it but a rose!

Ah, me! It is my heart!