c
None Shall Weep a Tear for Me
b
(published by Firth, Pond & Co., N.Y., 1860)
e
1.
My life is like the summer rose
That opens to the morning sky,
But, e’er the shades of evening close,
Is scattered on the ground to die;
Yet on the rose’s humble head
The sweetest dews of night are shed,
As if they wept the waste to see,
But none shall weep a tear for me,
But none shall weep a tear for me,
But none shall weep, shall weep a tear for me.
2.
My life is like the autumn leaf
That trembles in the moons pale ray;
Its hold is frail, its date is brief,
Tis restless soon to pass away;
Yet when that leaf shall fall and fade
The parent tree will mourn its shade
The winds bewail the leafless tree,
But none shall breathe a sigh for me,
But none shall breathe a sigh for me,
But none shall breathe, shall breath a sigh for me.
   
d