The petals of a lovely rose
May fall and die at summer’s close
And grief we feel for that brief hour
For it had been a lovely flower.
It lies at rest on dewy grass
So fragrant still to all who pass.
E’en though it die our Father knows
That spring will resurrect the rose.
And so when death makes all seem vain
Mankind like flowers shall live again.
“All in their graves” shall hear their King
And rise in God’s eternal spring. Superduque
Reservados todos los derechos