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 O memories that bless and burn, O barren gain and bitter loss, I kiss each bead, and strive at last to learn To kiss the cross, Sweet-heart, To kiss the cross.

Mornin' comes, the birds awake, Used to sing so for your sake, But there's sadness in the notes That come trillin' from their throats Seem to feel your absence, too, Just a-wearyin' for you.

If I might only come to you, from all the world apart, If I might only lay my dreams before your tender heart, I wonder would you pity me, Or would you bid me go? If I should dare to ask your love, because I love you so!

If I might only kneel to you, With all my love confest, If I might only lay my head upon your loving breast, If you would only comfort me, And bid my fears have rest, If I might only stay with you—Then would my life be blest

Rose in the bud, The June air's warm and tender, Why do you shrink, your petals to display? Are you afraid to bloom in crimson splendour Lest someone come and steal your heart away?

Rose in the bud, The evening sun is sinking, Wait not too long and trifle not with fate, Life is so short and love is all, I'm thinking, Love comes but once, and then, perhaps, too late.