One Little Rose

I would rather have one little rose
From the garden of a friend
Than to have the choicest flowers
when my stay on earth must end.

I would rather have one pleasant word
In kindness said to me
than flattery when my heart is still
and life has ceased to be.

I would rather have a loving smile
From friends I know are true
than tears shed round my casket
when this world I’ve bid adieu.

Bring me all your flowers today
Whether pink, or white, or red;
I’d rather have one blossom now
Than a basketful when I’m dead.

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