I had a precious rosebud within my garden fair.
Everyday I watched it and gave it tenderest care!
It grew in grace and beauty till all who saw admired,
and of its exhaltation. Beholders never tired!
I loved my darling rosebud so exquisitely sweet!
I heard my friends and neighbors its praises of repeat
and even strangers noticed how wonderfully rare
its form with graceful curvings so delicate and fair.
The master came one morning along my garden walk.
He saw and prized its beauty and picked it from its stem.
My heart cried out in anguish for the treasure I had lost.
For I had thought to keep whatever the cost.
The master stood beside me , weep not dear heart he said"
I know how much you love it. Think not that it is dead.
I saw you could not keep it from earthly ill blight.
With perfect care I will guard it tho just beyond your sight.
There its perennial beauty shall never fade away.
Its lovely pure white petals will last through endless days.
I will wear it on my bosom until I call for thee.
Then it shall be thy treasure through all eternity!!