Lyrics To Blossoms - Jacaszek

To Blossoms

Fair pledges of a fruitful tree
Why do ye fall so fast?
Your date is not so past
But you may stay yet here awhile
To blush and gently smile
And go at last
What!
were ye born to be
An hour or half’s delight
And so to bid good-night?
'T is pity Nature brought ye forth
Merely to show your worth
And lose you quite
But you are lovely leaves, where we
May read how soon things have
Their end, though ne’er so brave;
And after they have shown their pride
Like you awhile, they glide
Into the grave