The Golden Rose is blowing still,
Is growing still, is glowing still,
In lonely vale, on lordly hill,
The Golden Rose is glowing still;—
If only you can find it!
The Golden Rose still breaks and blows,
Still breaks and blows, still gleams and glows,
‘ Mid icy blasts, and wintry snows,
The Golden Rose still breaks and blows;—
Search w ell and you may find it!
The Golden Rose can never die,
‘ Tis grafted on Eternity;
In hearts that Love doth glorify,
The Golden Rose can never die,—
May it be yours to find it!