One Little Rose

I would rather have a little rose

From the garden of a friend,

Than have the choicest flowers

When my stay on earth shall end.

I would rather have the kindest words

And a smile that I can see,

Than flattery when my heart is still

And this life ceased to be.

I would rather have a loving smile

From the friends I know are true,

Than tears shed around my casket

When the world I bid adieu.