ABC Wednesday

The letter R

R is for ROSE

'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone

All her lovely companions are faded and gone

No flower of her kindred, no rosebus is nigh

To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, to pine on the stem

Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep thou with them

Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er the bed

Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow when friendships decay

And from love's shining circle the gems drop away

When true hearts lie withered and fond ones are flown

Oh who would inhabit this bleak world alone?

This bleak world alone.

Poignant words by the Irish poet, Thomas Moore in 1805.

The melody composed by George Alexander Osborne from Limerick City

Here is the last rose of summer in our garden, before the first snowfall

and a sweet rendition of the song 

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 with thanks to Mrs. Nesbit, her helpers and all participants.