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Roses ruddy and roses white, / What are the joys that my heart discloses? / Sitting alone in the fading light / Memories come to me here to-night / With the wonderful scent of the big red roses.
Memories come as the daylight fades / Down on the hearth where the firelight dozes; / Flicker and flutter the lights and shades, / And I see the face of a queen of maids / Whose memory comes with the scent of roses.
Visions arise of a scene of mirth, / And a ball-room belle that superbly poses -- / A queenly woman of queenly worth, / And I am the happiest man on earth / With a single flower from a bunch of roses.
Only her memory lives to-night -- / God in His wisdom her young life closes; / Over her grave may the turf be light, / Cover her coffin with roses white -- / She was always fond of the big white roses.
Such are the visions that fade away -- / Man proposes and God disposes; / Look in the glass and I see to-day / Only an old man, worn and grey, / Bending his head to a bunch of roses.